Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s photo comes from ‘Rudolph’ Gayer, and prompted me to write a sequel to a tale I wrote on Sunday for a different challenge:
But I think it stands alone, regardless.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
I will never have a luckier escape.
Out in the desert, my horse dying on its feet.
They were all around me, closing fast.
But that sudden sandstorm reduced visibility to a couple of yards.
I walked through them unscathed.
Now I have grass under my feet, the hills look much closer.
They won’t follow me over the ridge, their honour forbids it.
Then three more days and I’ll be home.
Not quite the conquering hero, but job done.
I will be forgiven, at least by her.
The wind has dropped again.
I look behind me.
I’m not safe yet.