NOT LOST BUT HIDING
“You lost her?” Ellie’s mum shrieked.
“It’s getting dark and she’s only seven!”
“She just ran off,” Roy mumbled. “You
know how thick those woods are.”
“You’re the thick one – now we’ll
have to go back out there and find her.”
Ellie didn’t like the woods at night
– all those trees looming, the brambles clutching at her dress – and she was
scared. When she saw the torches she nearly called out – until she heard his
voice.
She didn’t want to be found after all
– at least, not by Uncle Roy.
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Ronda del Baccio's photo inspired a dark story this week - my first for a fortnight as I have been on holiday with my daughters and granddaughter. We were looking forward to a week of sunshine but the weather had other plans. One day of torrential rain, another of showers, but we managed a couple of mornings on the beach and a few delicious meals out, so I came home refreshed.Since my return I have been concentrating on a severe rewrite of the third book in my Living Rock series, and have finally settled on its title - Rock Fall. If you haven't read the first two, now is your chance - A Volcanic Race and Wolf Pack are available on Amazon in print or ebook.
Along with many other writers I am also tweeting a Very Short Story on Twitter regularly, prompted by a word chosen by #vss365. If you would like to read those, my tag is @young_liz.
