Here is my “almost too late” Inspiration Monday post from last week. This one flew out onto the keyboard so hope it is up to standard!
That wasn’t supposed to happen
Her heart pounded hard as her feet slapped against the pavement. Her whole body ached with the effort, but she pressed on.
“Please let me catch him!”
The thought repeated like a recorded message round her mind forcing her on through the crowds of evening commuters. Figures clad in black muttered and shouted at her as her red coat flew down the street oblivious to them or their cares. A flash of colour in their bleak world of paper-shuffling. She had but one thought: she had to catch him before he left the office and she was running out of time.
All month he’d been talking about the discovery he’d made. She had been so excited for him. It was everything he had hoped for and all that he had dreamed of his whole life and suddenly it was right there in front of him. Success had finally come knocking. Then the calls had started. She had ignored the first couple as just incidents in a normal life but then the number increased. The voices had grown more intense, the murmurings had turned into clear threats against her, against him. He had brushed it off as he always did and told her there was nothing to worry about. It was probably just some colleague trying to dampen his enthusiasm. She had tried to put it to the back of her mind but she knew that something wasn’t right. Then, this afternoon, she’d got home from work early to find a package on the doorstep. She’d thought nothing of it until the contents were revealed. She was only glad she had a strong stomach or she would have thrown up instantly. It was the accompanying note that had made it clear to her that Alex had to be warned. He could not go ahead with the press announcement over the dinner tonight. She had to reach him before they did. And so she ran.
She pelted down the side street hoping to cut off the corner, nearly slipping on the wet manhole cover, as she flew across the street. She turned the corner back onto the main road, desperation now tearing at her throat as she frantically forced one foot in front of the other. She was so close now.
She never saw the bus that matched her coat boring down on her as she ran straight out into the road. She never heard the sirens announcing her fate. It was over.
Alex stepped up to the podium as the cameras flashed.
“Ladies and gentlemen…”
Prompt taken from (but not actually quoted in the story this time):