normally, this would be posted on a wednesday, but i might possibly be unable to post anything until sunday, so i’m posting this now. also, i usually enjoy reading and commenting on the blogs that i follow, but i likely won’t be able to do that until monday when i get back from my short trip. my apologies to those i do not read and comment upon.
every wednesday madison woods posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you. then post your work on your blog. additionally, on friday, you go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her friday fictioneers post.
i’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. give it a shot. i prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. not everyone has an hour and a half like i had this morning to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
here’s this week’s picture. if you don’t want to read my entry or be influenced by what i wrote, then don’t scroll beyond the picture. until friday.
Lost in the woods for hours, they followed miles of barbed-wire fence. Maybe a hole or gate. Nothing.
Limping, Jimmy said, “It’s bleeding again.” He sat. David tied a sock, snuggly replacing the bloody one around his little brother’s calf, sliced hours ago climbing inside the fence. Now, barely walking, he hid tears.
“There’s a sign,” said David, “but on the other side.”
“Please climb and read it.”
David climbed. Barbs bit him.
Sunset – shredded – touched the sign.
Private Property: Beware Attack Dogs
“What’s it say?” asked Jimmy.
David looked through the fence, past Jimmy’s shoulder.
Barks and shadows approached.