Thursday, October 17, 2013

100 Words a Day 411

The other two packed the camp with practiced efficiency. Ryan fumbled while trying to stow the cookware, sending a resounding clang into the night.

The others froze, listening for movement. After a moment they turned to him and glared hot daggers.

Ryan spent their night march kicking himself for what happened. How could he be such a screw up? All he had to do was pack the pans in the backpack without making noise. He was the valedictorian of his year. He’d done an internship at the most prestigious genetics lab in the country, as a senior in high school!

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