She was so mad at him. Now they were stuck, in the middle of nowhere, with no food and just one bottle of water. And the next rail station was forty miles ahead.
She walked in front of him, muttering, complaining, under her breath. He hung his head.
“I don’t care what you see out an open door,” she yelled, “even if it’s going slow, you don’t jump off a moving train!” She turned and looked down at her traveling partner, “You have plenty of birds to chase at home! Why here?” And she turned back around to keep walking.
Yeah! 100 words exactly, why is that so satisfying!? 🙂
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Around 100 people participate, their stories and poems are brilliant; check them out here.