Another prompt, another round of great responses! Check them out below and vote for your favorite:
Story 1 by Terry Brewer
We were out of options. They’d chased us for days and we abandoned the pick-up about half-an-hour after we’d left that last town. We knew they were close. Soon the copters would be up. It was a dirt road and we did our best to hide the truck, but they’d find it pretty quickly.
The border had to be close. It had to be. We’d never make a direct assault on it. We had to find a way. And through the woods we struggled as the foliage thickened. Then across a field we saw a defined trail. A wooden walkway that extended through the woods ahead, to the north.
It was a chance but we had no choice. We had to run, and run like hell.
We heard them just as we reached the walkway. “There they are.” “Don’t shoot. We need them alive.”
Bullets whizzed above us. Warning shots. “Stop!” I looked at her and she at me. We both knew that shooting us would be a blessing compared to what would happen if we were taken alive.
So we resumed the run, the bullets getting closer. I felt one graze my left arm but not enough to slow me. The adrenaline it caused sped me up. Just ahead, the walkway turned. If we could just make the—
Story 2 by Cara Michaels
“Um, Nate? Where are we going?” Maybe I shouldn’t be nervous, but Nathan stopped as the trail we walked officially headed into uncharted—for me—territory. “I just—I’ve never been here.”
The wooden walkway bracketed by user-friendly railings screamed publicly maintained park. Nothing untoward there. Until the walk bumped into a staircase… And the staircase took a turn as it climbed the hill… And then it disappeared into the shadows of well-kept greenery that maintained a politely groomed distance from the walkway.
I was probably overthinking this.
“And that’s what?”
“A place to… watch the sunset?”
Again. Maybe I was overthinking this.
“There’s an overlook at the top.” Nathan smiled and offered his hand.
“The kind of overlook where unsuspecting innocents get tossed to their doom?”
He framed his chin in the vee of this thumb and index finger, said finger tapping thoughtfully against his cheek.
“That’s one possibility.” Then he stuck his hand out toward me again. “Or.”
“Or, a very pretty place to watch the sunset over the city?”
“And you’re bringing me here, because—?”
“I—wanted to watch the sunset? With you?” He seemed less sure of his answers by the second, but maybe—maybe—that was my fault.
“Thoughtful and romantic?”
“Definitely not serial killer-y.”
Nathan rolled his lips inward.
“I can safely say I was going for not serial killer-y.”
“Aren’t most serial killers?”
“I try not to think like a serial killer in general.” He seemed to come to terms with me never taking him up on hand-holding, and shoved his hands into his back pockets. “Unless it’s job-related.”
“Because you’re a cop.”
“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just a man hoping to share a sunset.” He rocked back on his heels. “With you.”
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