every friday, http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/ posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word “story.” i’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. after you post your story, you go to her page and paste a link to your post in the comment box for that week’s picture. give it a shot. what could go wrong? oh, yeah. that. sorry.
Jimmy inched forward behind David, still wondering what was in the bag. He didn’t exhale until David held up an arm to stop. They stayed along the edge of the wall, as if it could somehow protect them. David turned with an index finger to his lips, then moved a step away from the wall. His arm came back, forward, back, then far forward, launching the small bag. It landed in the shade, not completely in the tunnel. There were a few grunts. A snout approached the bag sniffing, and a claw pulled it into the darkness.
“Toldja,” whispered David.