Friday Fictioneers: On the Run

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

“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.

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