WHO DARES?
Twice
daily the guard from this end marches across for a shared smoke, the boom of
his boots reminding us how deep the ravine is. Sometimes, while his back is
turned, daring lads run on tiptoe to spray graffiti, their parents unwilling to
forbid these small tastes of freedom.
But this
morning the unthinkable happened – both guards disappeared. After an hour, two
lads ventured across, and vanished without a sound. No yells, no shots, just a
deathly silence. Eventually their fathers went looking, and they haven’t
returned either.
We’ve
been waiting all day. We don’t know what to do.
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After several attempts to copy the photo prompt, I believe I've managed it. I hope you can see the picture of an enclosed wooden bridge, otherwise my story won't make much sense! Thanks to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers - follow the link from her blog to read other 100 word stories.
