On first look, I thought today’s inspiration photo from Madison Woods’ was going to be a tough one to come up with something. Then, as the alarm jolted me awake this morning, I brought the picture to mind and remembered the perspective; then, it popped into my head. Here’s the photo:
The leafless branches give me little cover, but at least I can see the ridge.
I should move, but I’m too tired. There is a point where the adrenaline kicks in, pushing you beyond the limits of your body. That, too, has a limit, and I’m there.
I have to keep my eyes open.
My ragged breathing alone probably echoes in the valley and signals my location. I try to be quiet.
My eyes scan the ridge again as the sun dips below it. Soon, it will be deep dark, and I won’t see when they come for me.
3 thoughts on “Early Morning Flash Fiction”
Really liked this one. And the title is perfect. 🙂
Great sense of being followed–I wonder at “what” is doing the stalking. Nicely done.
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