Tuesday, October 20, 2015

#microstory "The crumbling"

Ronnie trudged along the running trail.  It felt good.  The light faded to dusk.

He felt his legs give way as the trail crumbled under his feet.  Erosion.

He lay pinned under the rubble in the cold water.  It was supposed to dip below freezing that night.  Ronnie was single, and no one would be looking for him.

"Help," he yelled to no avail.

A copperhead slithered towards him to take advantage of his diminishing body heat.

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