Friday The 13th Night Drabble Party!
Oh, yeah, baby! Friday the 13th!
Gotta love it when a Drabble Party lands on a high holy day of horror!
Okay, sorry, the booyah may have been a bit much. Know what’s not much? 100 words of micro-fiction!
But before we get to the delicious drabbleness, I want to remind everyone that Z-Burbia 5: The Bleeding Heartland is available in ebook and print forms. Have a look at the cover, I think it is the perfect book for you to read while more winter storms and snow hits the US. Shit be cold out there, yo!
Now, on to the drabble!
Ice and snow.
That was all Alan could see as he pushed his legs to keep moving. He focused on the horizon, making that his goal even though he knew it was unreachable.
“The ship is still waiting,” he said through chattering teeth. “It was supposed to stay until Thursday. We have one day to get there before they leave.”
When Rebecca didn’t answer, he glanced to his left, shocked to see he was alone.
Yet he didn’t stop. To do so would mean dying in minutes. And he didn’t escape the nightmare behind him just to freeze to death.
Disclaimer: Baby, it’s cold outside.