Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image © C.E. Ayr Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires C.E. Ayr’s permission. Thank you for the image!
The lights reflecting on the water make the place almost look beautiful. But only if you are blind to the militia strutting around, shooting people like game, and acting like they own the place.
The place—it’s just a campground where displaced people like me found refuge in tents and campers after the rising sea swallowed our town. A refuge until THEY came.
When I saw the leer that one of these creeps gave me, I decided to leave.
I hike at night, my dog at my side. I’m heading towards the mountains. Maybe I’ll find people who fight back.