Photo by Michael Hull
Five more steps and she’d be at the centre of the bridge – too late to turn back, to rethink, to think at all.
If there were Watchers hunched against tree trunks, spying from the brush, they were invisible – too hate-filled not to watch, too smart to be seen.
She gripped the trigger, now sticky in her palm, felt the weight of the explosives dragging the back pack onto her pelvis – three, two, one.
My dear blogging pal Sonya over at Only 100 Words has started a new Thursday challenge – Three Line Thursday. She supplies us with a suitably intriguing photograph and we have three lines in which to create a story. Full rules here. It’s great fun – why not jump on board?