Happy Flash Fiction Friday to all of you! Let’s see what’s going on with John, Megan, the children, and those creepy spider creatures. A couple of notes: 1) My August Newsletter is out, so grab your copy! Click the newspaper icon at the end of this post and sign up. 2) I went and joined the American Christian Fiction Writers group (ACFW). Hope that it’ll help me sharpen my writing skills, plus I get to meet some other great writers. So far, from what I’ve see, I think this will be one of the better ideas I’ve had in some time. Those don’t happen that often.
This story picks up from where we last left them in A Hope Not Deferred. Enjoy:
I scanned our surroundings by the thin light of Megan’s torch. No spiders. It was unnerving. They catch me and then leave? What did it mean?
“How did you get in?” I stepped closer to Megan.
“Still wet. Can’t see me, remember? Too cold. But they weren’t here. It didn’t matter.”
“How did you find us?”
“I followed as they dragged you back to the big rocks in the valley.”
The ground shook. I stumbled, but it wasn’t strong. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut.
“In the water, safe.”
“I’m not so sure. Go!”
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