“Psst,” He hissed in my ear while shaking me to wake up. “We have to go.”
“Huh?” I asked groggily while he unzipped my sleeping bag, grabbed my hand, and half-led, half-dragged me from the tent. Then before I could adjust to the freezing morning air, we were off running, narrowly dodging trees while leaping over branches.
“I can’t believe they found me.” He gasped when I was finally wide awake and beside him. I stopped and leaned against a tree, out of breath. “We have to keep running.”
“I can’t.” I panted and that’s when the sky began showering bullets.
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
This is Another Story 
yikes, I hope she catches her second wind and makes a run for it.
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Me too. Thank you for reading.
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Did they live??
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That is a good question. I doubt it.
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should have slept in the tree. nice story, very exciting
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Absolutely! Thank you for reading. 🙂
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Great story! Tension filled and leaves me wondering …why??
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Thank you. I think he has some enemies with guns and bullets.
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Yes, he certainly does! 🙂
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Good pace. I was out of breath just reading it!
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Haha! 😀
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Action and high drama, well executed.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Somehow, I can’t see them making it out of there alive! Great story, Yinglan.
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Me neither. Thank you for reading.
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Exciting piece. The bullets at the end made me jump!
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Thanks. 🙂
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