“Are you sure about this?” Michelle asked as she and Doug walked down the dirt road toward the tents set up in the distance. “I’m getting a bad feeling.”
“Don’t worry,” Doug responded. “Charles said they’re cool.”
“Why are they meeting out here in the middle of nowhere? What are they up to?”
“Nothing,” Doug insisted. “They just want some privacy.”
“Privacy? Why?” Michelle asked. “Are those white hoods some of them are wearing?”
Doug grabbed Michelle’s hand and pulled her along. They approached a man in a white hood. “Michelle,” Doug said, “this is Charles. He’s the Grand Dragon.”
(100 words)
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.
Well, you know… as long as Charles assured Doug. Don’t think about how you feel, Michelle.
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Yikes! I totally didn’t think about that as a possibility – but I see it now – thank you so much for joining us again this week 🙂
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I think Michelle should have turned around when she had the chance.
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Yep!
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