Niamh ran down the twisting green trail, calling out to the child. Every few steps she was caught by a branch, or a root sticking through the moist earth. Thorns tore bloody slashes across her cheeks, matching the bloody marks of the white flowers around her. The child's playful screams were muffled, but Niamh knew every word, every step by heart.
"Please," She whispered her tears stinging the welts across her cheeks and neck. She willed herself faster. Trying so hard to catch up, but the trail ended as it always did.
She caught the hem of the girls white t-shirt, a smiling tiger stared blankly up at her, reflecting the sunlight in the sudden clearing. For a brief moment the little girls fall was halted, hope bloomed in the girls emerald eyes. She grabbed frantically at the cliffs edge and pulled away two handfulls of mud as the cloth slipped from Niamh's fingers.
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Submission Name: Niamh
