Using the oneword.com prompt heels.
He was hot on my heels, his breath nearly beating down on my neck in angry puffs of warmth. I’d not a moment to ask why he was so angry. He pointed at me, fire in his eyes and chased after me a second later. I shrieked and ran away, trying to head toward my back yard, just two driveways away.
I made it within inches before his hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me to the ground. I could see his fist in the air, eclipsing the sun for a split second before everything went dark.