“Thanks for a great stay.” Our farewells rang out with empty words, belying the couple’s desperation to get back to civilisation.
The truck roared off, disappearing in the cloud of dust that rose in its wake. I heard Caleb’s sigh of relief.”Who’d wear white in this wilderness.”
“City folk. They’d…” I broke off as I saw the driver, Sherwood, running towards us.
“Burning tree,” he panted. “Down over road. Can’t get through.Bogged car.” Absently he patted the cat.
Throwing a shovel at him Caleb yelled “get digging and push’em under.” I was already on the phone arranging transport.
In response to Charli’s 99 word flash fiction prompt where she asks:
February 10, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wild spaces. Is it a wilderness or a patch of weeds in a vacant lot that attract songbirds. What is vital to the human psyche about wild spaces? Bonus points for inducing something cute and furry.
Respond by February 16, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!