The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Sam peered out of the tent. “It’s dark. I can’t see anything.”
“There’s nothing to see, that’s why. I thought you wanted to come camping.” Barbara sounded exasperated.
“I thought I did, too.” Until I got here. Sam shivered. He imagined every plant as poison ivy, crackling twigs as footfalls of a lurking predator, each leaf rustle an omen of impending doom. Surely the moonlight was leading a werewolf pack straight to them. Was that a snake he heard slithering?
“Just relax, Sam. You’ve no imagination.”
On the contrary, Sam silently disagreed, that’s really not the problem.
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