Here’s to a series of story nuggets…very rough.
There were things I couldn’t live without, but it was too late to go back. Days ago, it seemed like we had all the time in the world. Now we were on the run.
No one was tracking us, yet, but going back would be too risky. Most of all, I wanted my guitar but it was too cumbersome to carry. I had some of my music sheets, for
all the good they’d do me. I had pieced together some photos, but left behind the albums they’d been glued into. “What was that,” wrenching me back to the present, the boy grabbed my arm.
“What?” Stopping, I tried to calm my labored breathing so I could hear. “I don’t…” my head snapped around when I heard the twig snap. Pulling the boy down with me, we crouched and I put my finger to my lips and stared into his eyes. He nodded and we waited, barely breathing.