The Risk


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The distinctive marks of Shel’s form of locomotion was frozen into the snow – step-drag, step-drag.  He grimaced. They’d follow that, for sure. He massaged his leg, knowing it would do no good.  Time to move forward.

Moth-like, Shel stayed focused on the light half glimpsed between the trees.  The sky ahead was glowing orange: civilization.

The trees ended in a park at the edge of a sleepy slice of suburbia.

He had to risk the open since the hard-packed snow would hide his tracks.

He was blinded as he reached the road.

“Freeze! On the ground, now! We’ll shoot!”



Word count = 100

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36 thoughts on “The Risk

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Wrongly accused, escaping for a repressive regime, etc. – could be any of those or that he is a nasty fellow ;) Thanks – that is what I was shooting for – to make him sympathetic, even if there was the possibility he is a bad guy.


    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks, Lane. I often try for a twist on these 100 words stories, though this one wasn’t a twist as much as not the happy ending we wanted. (Unless Shel was a very bad man ;) )



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