The First Day or Last?

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

It might have been any other morning if not for the butterflies in my stomach.  The room was as cheap as they come, but cleaner than most.

I did a few searches on the laptop as Gary organized the gear. 

A knock on the door announced our breakfast had arrived.  It’d wait for a few minuets as I did some last-minute arrangements.

Loose ends tied up, I looked at the two heaping plates of food sitting on the ancient, warped plastic tray.

I froze.

It was very possible that this would be our last good meal in weeks, possibly ever.

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word count = 100

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44 thoughts on “The First Day or Last?

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      This chapter 1 and these characters won’t show up again until chapter 40 when their exploits will finally tie all of the loose ends together and it starts to make sense… lol, maybe I should write that book… Thanks.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Those are big breakfasts! As I said in another comment, they might be going into a war zone, or about to leave to climb Everest, but my guess is on something where the “high” in “high adventure” means more of “a lot” than “altitude” ;)

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  1. Shannon

    Ominous! What’s funny is that before I read the story, I wondered what type of juice was in the picture, but after, I’m sure they’re Bloody Marys! 😂

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      That odd colored juice, and… NO COFFEE!!!… lol I think you are right, Bloody Marys. They might need more artificial courage than stimulants for where they are going ;)

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