The below brief story is one I wrote for the ‘Friday Fictioneers’ writing group, based on the picture prompt. It is a writing exercise I enjoyed, and had fun doing. If it were to have a title I would just call it, “The Storm.” It has exactly 100 words, the required amount. I plan to add more fiction soon, but will be another chapter to my novel, “Where Lies the Truth.”
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The Storm
Hail pelted my head. The wind’s furry bucked my efforts as I struggled to get back.
It was a stupid decision to set out on a late night run down the road, away from camp.
When I started out there was only a sprinkle. Breezes blew the leaves around. Then the moon disappeared behind dark clouds. I could barely see. The forest’s trees stretching upward succumbed to the winds’ howling strength breaking off limbs, falling near my feet. I panicked.
“Help me, God.”
The rain turned to a drizzle. The moon opened before me, giving me light.
I’m home, Safe.
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Reflections 