This flash fiction (inspired by my mad dash to a safe spot because of COVID-19) was supposed to be a submission to the Boxing with Pencils challenge. A challenge that requires all stories to be 100 words or less and include 3 specific words.
Unfortunately, in my haste, I forgot to post the story. So it’s only available here.
This week’s words:
Arrow, Wave, Key
Heart pounding. Lungs screaming. Legs pumping.
Another arrow sang past Erica’s shoulder.
Breathe. In. Out. Breathe!
Gravel spit under her shoes. She slid through the last turn. The key gripped tightly in her hand.
He was there! Perched carefully by the rocky outcrop of their secret entrance. Robin’s bright blue eyes sang with relief then curdled with fear.
A wave of darkness crashed over her.
Heart pounding. Lungs screaming. Erica sat up. Sweat traced an icy path down her back.
Another cell door slammed shut down the hall. Erica dropped back down onto the hard pillow. Her eyes ached.
Sometimes, when you’re making that mad dash in life, it’s good to remember that you’ll have to stop running at some point. Or maybe it’s all just a dream… Either way, I hope you liked this little piece of fiction.
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