Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt. If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.
Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) on Wednesday each week, and link back to the promt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
by Teresa Smeigh 2019
The breeze blowing through the trees made the walk bearable, almost. Somehow, Linda had gotten off the path and she had no idea where she was. She continued walking though slower now. She was getting hungry and she had already consumed her lunch. She searched through her backpack looking frantically for a nutrition bar or something to eat.
Up ahead she could see a clearing. As she approached, she knew it was going to be hotter out there without the cover of trees. Now she searched her bag for a bottle of water. Once she finished the bottle of water and her nutrition bar, she braced herself to step out of the trees and into the opening.
Stepping out of the woods she looked around her. The clearing was quite large and full of different size rocks. She selected an area that looked comfortable and sat down for a break and to figure out how she was going to get back to her car.
She heard voices and thought she was dreaming at first. This area was so deserted she doubted it was real voices. Pinching herself to make sure she was awake she sat up and looked around. Way across the clearing was a couple of men and a woman coming out of the woods in another direction from the way she had come.
She watched them approach and realized with horror that the girl was gagged, with her hands tied behind her.
The men pulled guns out and pointed them at her.
“Well, lookee here. One for you Jake!”
“Yeah, she’s prettier than yours too!”
“Tie her up while we fight this out.”
Linda was horrified. She was afraid to run because they would probably shoot her.
Suddenly she jerked awake. Oh, thank God it was a dream and she was alone in the clearing. Still lost, but at least not a prisoner. She decided it was time to get a move on before something bad did happen least of all that it would be dark soon.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian