Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 128
Word count: 100 words
As they approached the gaping black hole at the mountain’s base, Chrissy grew nervous.
“Mom, I don’t want to go in,” she squeezed her mother’s waist hard.
Mom flinched, the handbrake squealed, and she stopped the bike next to the picnic tables.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Can we go home?” she pleaded as Mom lifted her from the bike’s kangaroo seat and set her on the graveled path.
“The tree people are watching,” she whispered, “and they’re telling us to leave.”
“They say you’ll die.”
The sky darkened and a cold wind raised goosebumps.
“Tell them we’re leaving. Now.”
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer