Flash Fiction
I was sneaking back through the woods to find the next group of slaves that I would help to freedom. I stopped when I heard a faint noise. I quickly dropped to the ground, and covered myself with leaves. The noise was getting closer, it sounded like men yelling. Next I knew, they were calling my name. I could hear it being chanted over and over again, some voices coming in, while others faded out. The first thing that came to my mind was, slave catchers. In my head I could see the cruel men, chasing me, trying to kill me. Then I quickly snapped out of my envision. My first thought was to get up and run, maybe they wouldn’t catch up to me? Then I used my better judgement, they have dogs, which would easily catch me and tear me to shreds before I had any chances to speak. When I couldn’t hear them any longer, I got up and started quietly walking. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed me, I screamed and tried to get away, but I couldn’t. Thats when I realized, the people holding me were black men. These people weren’t slave catchers, they were runaways who needed my help to freedom.
“Harriet, the slave catchers are right behind us, we need help escaping,” begged a slave man.
“Harriet, the slave catchers are right behind us, we need help escaping,” begged a slave man.