They couldn’t be it. After following the track through the forest for three days, this couldn’t be the end.
The broken track hung in mid-air. The others looked at him. They were tired, hungry and desperate. And angry.
It was Barnaby that challenged him. ‘What now?’
He had no answer. They had trusted him, and he had led them nowhere.
‘What now?’ Barnaby sneered. ‘You don’t know what to do, do you?’
Did anyone know what to do anymore? The planet was imploding around them.
Maybe no track led anywhere anymore, but it was still worth following them. There had to be some hope to cling to.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
Also linking to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge for today: Planet.