Fishy Dinner_Aine's Sunshine_Betrayal_Walter's Window
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Fishy Dinner
REEDSY WRITING CONTEST #249: Breaking Bread Start or end your story with two characters sitting down for a meal.The man, seated with his back to a large tree, its roots shielding him on three sides, hastily dropped the raw fish he was eating to grab his rifle. The woman who stood before him wore the uniform of the enemy. Her rifle, capable of shooting much further than the one he carried, was casually slung over her shoulder, across her back, signaling that she didn’t consider him a threat. The string of fish that hung from her belt held more than he had caught in a week. If she had wanted to ...
Aine's Sunshine
Colvin awoke with a sharp jolt. He found himself in complete darkness, unsure if he’d gone blind. He blinked rapidly and his eyes slowly adjusted, though the darkness was still all-consuming. Relieved that he hadn’t been blinded, at least not completely, he began assessing the rest of his body for potential injuries. He wiggled his toes, his legs and his arms, nothing seemed amiss. Colvin breathed a heavy sigh of relief, though it was short lived as his predicament dawned on him. Colvin couldn’t remember how he got here, the last thing he remembered was getting into an argument with his father...
Betrayal
Gray. The clouds that billowed from his mouth were a dull, muted gray. The stick in between his fingers burned a citrus orange as the white paper surrounding it charred into a black and white substance: his eyes, a dull blue, glazed over with relaxation and ecstasy. The first natural breath he could inhale all day through the numbing chemicals of a cigarette. He sifted his hands through his sandy yellow hair and leaned back into his chair. His eyes grew heavy, and he slowly allowed them to drift closed.The muted silence of the air wwww.onedoor.ccafted into his ears, lulling him to sleep. The only sound made...
Walter's Window
Heaving a sigh of relief, Walter ambled to the concourse to collect his luggage. He was toting his cabin baggage. Feeling all of his 60 years, he looked weary as he ended his long haul. He had come home. The sense of jubilation also was there. As he waited for his pieces of luggage to come, he sighted his friend who had come to the airport to pick him up. He smiled broadly and called out to him. "Hey, Milton! I am here!" he waved widely till Milton saw him and started coming in his direction. ...