'The road splits and splits again like a probability tree, each time increasing my chances of escape. My leg feels sore and my hand comes off black when I test it. Slowing to glance down, I see my knee leaking dark, thick liquid like oil. I must have ripped my skin on the fence, on some rusty nail. My socks are already soaked, but I can’t cycle with a tourniquet. Every pump of my leg, I feel it spewing blood. There’s no choice but to carry on. Left, right, left, left, right. Hope I don’t choose a dead end. Hope the police don’t catch me. Hope Bill kept his word and his tongue.'
Set in a Britain on lockdown, Eleanor Matthews' short story sees the protagonist make a bid for freedom against all odds. Illustration by @_tl_tl_tl_
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