Run

Teresa and her dog Newt ran breathlessly. They wanted to get away, away from the men on the snowmobiles. She knew that it was just a matter of time before they would catch up, but she continued running anyways. She and Newt would run until their legs weren't able to go any further, if they had to, if only the men wouldn't get them. A one-shot I wrote in school, translated from SWE.