This excerpt was also featured in the August 2011 newsletter of SA Writers College

Her gaze fell upon Solfie where she lay peacefully purring in front of her. If Solfie is not worried then I don't have to be, she tried to convinced herself. Before her nerves could calm down, Solfie hissed, and stormed away, slamming into the door first before bolting again. Only after Solfie had bolted did the sound come. The scratching sounds like before and worse, footsteps breaking the dry leaves on the grass.

Unable to breath, with eyes closed, Sarah's mind rushed over images of her life, how happy she truly was even though she always had something to moan about. How fortunate she had been all this time and everything she took for granted. Images of all the things she still wanted to do in her life, things to accomplish and unfinished business to deal with.

A thought of her mother and the fight they had just a few days ago over the phone struck her right in the stomach. Will she have the chance to make amends? All of these were hard to face and Sarah knew she had to do something. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in a corner. She would fight for her right to live. That very thought made her snap back to reality and she somehow managed to move out of bed and run to the living room. She could hear more noises coming from the front door.

Falling over a pillow on the ground, crawling the rest of the way to the couch where her cell phone last was, Sarah swore under her breath when she couldn't find it. The footsteps were getting closer.....................................

© 2011 by Natashja Singleton