CHASE

They were chasing us like bullets shot from a gun. My horse, Cleferica and I galloped on as I clutched onto her smooth, pearly white neck. We galloped over the bridge while sweat trickled by my ears. Although my hands were tearing apart, I didn't dare to stop. With our extreme desire to get through, we dove right into the deserted forest ahead. Broken branches crunched and leaves rustled as Cleferica and I headed on. She could sense the intensity because my hands were shaking. The hooded figures were catching up, yet we didn't lose our hope. We knew that it would end at some point…

The writer is a grade 3 student of The Aga Khan School, Dhaka.