Friday, September 27, 2013

100 Words a Day 397

They heard a branch snap in the darkness. The quiet voices around the fire ceased and they stared into the suddenly menacing night.

Greg quietly doused the fire while Anna and Rachel picked up the spears. They positioned themselves on opposite sides of where the fire had been and scanned the darkness. Greg hunkered low near the pile of wet logs. He clutched a knife in one sweaty hand and strained to hear for movement in the night over the pounding of blood in his ears. His vision swam with fear, making it appear that the shadows were closing in.

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