This is my first Friday Fictioneers story in – how many months? Oh yeah, eight. Nothing since January. I’ve been too busy and too tired to write.
How about you? Do you have stories to tell? Take a look at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ prompt picture, and share your hundred words with the world.
And while you’re at it, see what the other Fictioneers came up with.
They’re searching, but they can’t see me in this gulley under the bushes. No more locks, no more guards, no more shouting. I can go anywhere.
I could go anywhere if I could stand up.
This is a good hideout – shelter and water. I wonder if this little stream’s clean? It’s cold, anyhow.
Cold’s good. Makes my ankle throb less. I wonder if I broke any bushes falling in here? They could see that.
There goes another one with a flashlight. So bright. Looks like the sun. They’ll never see me. I could stay down here forever.