Fatefully Furrowed

muddy tracks chagit moriahgibor

Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

“What did this?”

Calvin gulped.

“What?!” Eric insisted. “A jeep?”

“Not a car.”

“What then?”

“We better turn back.”

Eric squinted at the muddy furrows.

“Nothing you want to meet in the dark,” Calvin shuddered and revved the motorcycle’s engine.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Furrowed in 40 words

 

19 thoughts on “Fatefully Furrowed

  1. Bravo, Na’ama! I love when a word has more than one meaning… Rochelle took one, you took one and I took one!
    And. um… I definitely would turn around πŸ˜‰

  2. Namaste πŸ™‚

    What indeed did this?! My curiosity is piqued and I left carefully considering whether I’d turn back or venture bravely on!

    Great response to the challenge.

    Namaste πŸ™‚

    DN

    • Yeah … or something else entirely … End result is, I’d be turning back, myself … on that … um. … perilous road …
      Am hopping over to read about your furrows! πŸ™‚
      Hugs
      Na’ama

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