This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
The sun blisters the sky into fragments of orange and red as I wait. My fingers drum against my leg. Sweat slides down my back.
A twig snaps as Kat, caked in mud, emerges from the woods with a wry grin.
“One more minute and you would have owed me that dollar.” Then, I can’t help it, “I’m glad you’re safe.”
“I know.” Kate steps forward to pull me close.
My fears slide away with a shudder. I bury my face into my wife’s muddy coat.
The bets make war feel like a game… but, we’re never fooled.