It was a minute after someone yanked the sack from his head that he registered his surroundings. “Here’s where we leave you.” The giant with the piercings and tattoos boomed in his thick voice.
He glanced around, taking in the desert and mountainous landscapes around him. “Where’s here?” He asked slowly but the giant had slammed the door in his face as the van peeled away. “Wait!” He shouted as he sprinted after it. Don’t leave me here, he wanted to say but was so breathless he couldn’t get the words out. After a minute, he stopped and panted, “Wait…”
(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 
Uh-oh. What’s gonna happen next? You can’t just leave us hanging like this 🙂 Have a fun-filled year!
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I suppose he’ll have to find his way back but I’m sure he’ll get back to civilization eventually.
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Almost like Hunger Games!
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Kinda.
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Good one… Could be a whole new survival series in the making… life in the tundra… or something like that. 🙂
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Thanks, that would be an interesting series.
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maybe they’ll be back after a while. they’ll just playing pranks on him.
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Maybe…
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What made him so tired? Was it carrying the sack?
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He was sprinting after a speeding car. Everyone get tired after a short while of chasing a car.
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Not a good position for him to be in.. wonder what’s next?
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I agree, not a good position. I hope the next step will be to find the way to the nearest town.
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I wonder what brought that about.
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Maybe he owed some money or something.
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