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
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