Every week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads a bevy of writers on a merry trail. She posts a picture for our inspiration and challenges us to expand upon it with only 100 words. I, usually, take a day or so to settle on an idea. Then I start writing. The first draft is always much too long, so I spend another day paring it down. I’m afraid I seldom manage a good ending. I usually wind up with what sounds more like an excerpt from a longer story. I am learning though. Someday, I’ll manage it.
Here’s my offering for this week.
Liam crept up the final flight of stairs, cautiously pushing the door open. Kneeling, he peeked out. The roof was clear.
Keeping low, he scuttled across to the air conditioner housing, rolling up against it. He rose slowly and peered around the dead unit.
Taking a deep breath, the boy moved to the edge of the roof, crouched behind the parapet, and peered over at the harbor.
There it was. The sailboat that claimed to be rescuing survivors. Franny’s screams, as they hauled her away, echoed in his ears. Tonight, he would set her free.
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