S = Sound of fear

Anxious running: fear of the dark

To my left black cliff
Silhouette looms in the night sky
With a sense of foreboding
On my right
I can make out the white horses of the breaking waves
A splash under foot
Unsettles
A nervous glance
But the sea is still
A safe distance away
But still heart races
As tendrils of darkness reach out
Distort reality

Torch light
In front of me, confuses
The arc of the light
An irrational pattern
Further heightens my anxiety
What are those people doing?
Appear to be moving fast
Darting along cliff edge
I run away; accelerate to the open area
Past flat rocks

Torch light behind me now
Flat sands in front
Illuminated by the street lighting in the distance
I breath easier
And can hear my footfall
And the clinking of keys
In my pocket
Sounds I could not detect
A few minutes earlier; drowned out by
the sound of (irrational) fear...