The Scout

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Peck. Peck. Peck. Poke. Poke. Poke.  She could hardly move. The midday heat was burning her up. Lola had fallen asleep in a cornfield the night before. The cool air had lulled her into a deep sleep and she missed the sunrise.The chance to get a head start. Her two day journey to freedom was testing her endurance. Lola needed to get information to the Renewal Party about the enemy. And here she lay-prone-arms out, palms up in an offering. Peck. Peck. Peck. Poke. Poke. Poke. She opened one eye and then the other. The sun was blinding, making it difficult to see what the annoyance was. Something was tapping at both her hands. Lola tried to lift her head a bit. Even opening her mouth was impossible; it was dried shut. She began to wiggle her fingers and toes. Peck. Peck. Peck. Poke. Poke. Poke. It was getting worse. Her ears perked up at the sound of a swoosh landing at the left side of her body. Another swoosh on the right. Then the sound and pain of flesh being torn from her skin. Lola tried to scream but all that emerged was a raspy whisper in her throat. Rip. Peck. Poke. She rolled over into a fetal position still unsure as to the source of her pain and anguish. She rose on all fours and began to crawl out of the field. In her blurred vision she could see a forested patch. Then SWOOSH, SWOOSH once more. Turkey vultures! More were coming in for the kill. Except she wasn’t dead. Yet. They were poking and tearing at her back as she was slowly crawling out of the maze. Gaining strength, she began to lift herself into a crouch. And just when Lola was nearly back on two feet, she felt the icy end of the rifle in the center of her forehead. “Git yourself all the way up, woman. You ain’t goin nowhere.”

Once again, our dear Ms. Kellie Elmore presents us with a challenging and imaginative prompt for this week!

#FWF Free Write Friday: Time & Place Scenario

by Kellie Elmore

It’s high noon. Sun blazing. You awake in a field and birds are pecking
your skin… GO!

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17 thoughts on “The Scout

    1. Hey thanks! Not sure what is next but it began to get linked to last week’s story “Underground Hope” somewhere in there. And that guy is definitely a force. I imagine the appearance of this character had something to do with the group of men who were seated near me at an early breakfast this morning. The writer in me couldn’t help overhearing their political comments and other chatter. It was all I could do not to shoot them (no pun intended!) a look. Went to yoga, cleared the head and then wrote the story!

  1. First…FANTASTIC story! I love the use of sound you incorporate with your awesome imagery. You put me right there in that field. Secondly, I was reading the other replies and I noticed your comment about sitting near those men and couldn’t help but giggle. I relate so well to that. Isn’t it crazy how our minds, as writers, can be influenced by everything in our surroundings? People, places…situations. It’s pure chaos at times isn’t it? 🙂
    Keep writing. You are amazing.

    1. Absolute chaos for sure! And all that mucky muddle is perfect fodder for pieces in a tale. I think writers have a special sense for their surroundings; we hear and see things that others ignore. And I am having a blast playing with the imagery! 🙂

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