Thursday afternoon, the white billowy clouds waltzed across the turquoise blue sky as the old blue truck suddenly tore in front of me.
“What the hell, you crazy? You almost hit my bike, Stupid!”
“Quick, throw the bike in the back and get in,” said my older sister, while motioning me to hurry.
Before I got the truck door shut, a round of gunfire opened up. Like the speed of jackrabbits, we raced across the dirt road. My sister slammed my head down to the seat.
Stay down!” she shouts, “Dad found out about our wine party last night!”
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
Photo source: Janet M. Webb from This, That and the Other Thing