Going in Circles
The third time in passing, there was no doubt. I recognized that tree.
A slab of scaly bark, one end snapped clean, curled away from the trunk. On our second pass I’d taken the missing piece.
I fished it out of my pocket for Misa.
“This is no use. We’re getting nowhere,” I said, showing her the bark.
She wrung her hands.
“Let’s drag a branch.”
“Why? Isn’t this proof enough that we’re going in circles? Let me help.” Her ineptitude would more easily get us killed than the discovery of my means. “I’ll be discrete. Promise.”
Defeated, she nodded.
This flash fiction story was written for the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. You should know that my response to photo prompts rarely follows straight line trajectories. What I thought of when I saw the carnival ride had more to do with going in circles than the image as pictured.
If you’d like to join the fun of writing for this meme, use the link above to go to Rochelle’s page to find out more. Click through on the InLinkz mascot to read more stories like this, but probably much better! I’m out of practice with this very short form.
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