Saturday, October 17, 2015

A leap to the West

‘Are you sure about this?’ Kirsten said, gazing from the outcrop at the forested valley.

‘There.’  Jonas pointed down to his right.

He flicked the switch of his torch twice.  A single flash answered.

‘Klaus.’  Jonas leaned out and checked the cleared strip; two high fences topped with barbed wire.  He raised his bow, the arrow arcing towards the torchlight, twine trailing in its wake.

A minute later the thicker rope was being tugged across the gap.  Searchlights flicked on, a dog barked.


He clipped on a makeshift harness.  ‘We go together.’ 

He gripped her waist and stepped out.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's a powerful story, Rob. Very nicely done.