Jinx Taylor-moore


The sounds of my pounding footsteps ricocheted off the brick walls, creating a vibrating echo that rang in my already-almost-deaf ears. A dim light cast down on me, illuminating the path enough that I could avoid stumbling over the crates that were kept in the backstreets behind the many coffee shops. I took a sharp turn around the bend; I had almost reached my destination. 

It was not going to be long before they found out I was missing – even though I was good at slinking around undiscovered, there would be a certain point where I would be found out. 

The towering appearance of the thick layers of cream coloured brick signified my arrival. The wall was so tall I could barely see the twinkling stars of the night sky. Now all I had to do was get onto the other side.