Crisis in the Jungle

Every morning the old man disappears into the hills. She worries. Her father, even though at eighty, physically, he is stronger than most of the sedentary men in the village.

She finishes hanging the laundry as her papa emerges from the lush forest. Strange, usually he waves and smiles letting her know the family would eat well tonight. Now, her papa seems to be limping.

Rushing forward, she carries his hunting gear but suddenly his legs buckle. He falls backward – the bag of fresh killed meat flies high into the chilly air. His last, barely audible words “Rebels…coming…take family down…village….quickly.”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. 

THE KEY: Make every word count.

Genre: contemporary fiction

Photo credit: Bjorn Rudbergs Writings

40 thoughts on “Crisis in the Jungle

    • Sun says:

      wars and violence…you would think by now, with all the brilliant human minds, we could achieve world peace. sigh. thanks for sharing, Patrick.


    • Sun says:

      it must be the remoteness of the buildings that made me see sadness in the photograph. however, excellent selection, Rochelle. thank you kindly for the encouraging words. peace be with you.


  1. Sonel says:

    Well done Sun! As I am a very visual kind of person, the image and your words took me in and it was as if I was there! You have such a great way with words hon. Just beautiful! Thanks for sharing. 😀 *hugs*


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