After several attempts at trying to write something to go with this week's prompt, I finally came up with an idea that I liked. The prompt is written in black.
My feet were killing me as I ran along the river bank. I hate camping and especially when it has been raining for days. But my best friend was back at camp needing medical attention for a cut he received from climbing a mountain yesterday. Infection had set into his leg where the cut is, and he is unable to walk. So at this moment, I'm wishing I had never came along on this little adventure.
As I'm running, the water seemed to be flowing faster down river. Something felt strange in the air. I couldn't make out what it was. I looked back over my shoulder, squinting into the late afternoon sun, gawking with stunned alarm at the broad rolling muddy waters of the Mississippi. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed hoping for a miracle at that very moment.
6 comments:
I had trouble with this weeks prompt, too. I kept going a direction I didn't want to go. Isn't it odd how words fight you sometimes?
But it ended up being great!
Thanks for linking up!
Oh, this was very good. I'm worried for your friend and you about what's going to happen LOL. Great job.
I want to read more... perfect!
Very nice work! Sometimes words take on a life of their own and go places you'd never expect. Often with very surprising results!
I agree with Tgoette. Go with the flow........and you'll be surprised where it takes you!
I hope your friend was helped good one
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