I like Inktober’s prompt list, so I’m using it for drabbles.
Something chases me, as it chases all of us. I haven’t seen it, but I know it is just behind me, concealed in clouds, darting from star to star. The sun doesn’t frighten it. The moon doesn’t lull it. As my mother did, as her mother did, and far back into history as we have all done, I must eat, drink, sleep in flight.
Should I stop, it will capture me in its claws and rend my bones. Should I stop, its teeth will tear my neck.
I cannot fight it.
I cannot face it.
I am only a swift.