No Imagination: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Photo copyright Jan Wayne Fields

No Imagination

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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16 thoughts on “No Imagination: Fiction Friday

  1. I guess Sam really is dying to share his thoughts with Barbara. May be , he will have to , once it gets darker.
    Great, fun story , Tresha.🙂

  2. You pen a nice portrait of an anxious young man, Tresha. I expect he’ll fall asleep eventually, and wake up in the morning pleased to have survived the night (provided those werewolves stay away…)

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