Saturday, 2 February 2019

He knew that they had lost their way but he was too scared to tell her.
‘Are you sure that we are not already lost in this wilderness?’
‘Why do you think so?’ he asked timidly.
‘One, you never do anything right. Two, we didn’t meet even one trekker for last three hours.’
Few minutes later they were in front of a camp. He looked around but no one was there. Surprisingly, the campfire was still smoldering.
‘Let’s get out of here, now!’ she screamed.
But he didn’t move.
Suddenly he felt that he could end it here; once and for all.
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 102