The word for today’s microfiction is Device.
I was running for my life.
Fear ripped through me; it felt like I was going to faint.
The dark shadows were closing in…
Like a device that was
Suffocating.
Nauseating.
I wanted to stop, but I knew that I couldn’t.
Death was coming, and I had nowhere to go.
Then, I saw a man on top of a donkey pulling a cart.
A sense of power washed over me, and I ran faster toward them.
I’m not a religious person, but I said a prayer.
The darkness pulled back.
The light pulled me closer.
I woke with a gasp.
It's better to have power wash over you than to be power-washed. That's MY opinion, anyway. 😅