Photo Prompt: Dawn M. Miller
“Stop it!”
Harry’s voice ricocheted off the cliffs. He could feel reverberations from his running traveling through the wooden trestles underneath his feet. Other thuds shook the bridge as well.
The figures didn’t even pause. Gordon swiped a leg under Thomas and the larger man went to the rails but grabbed hold of Gordon’s clothing. They rolled and the men would’ve tumbled off the tracks if it weren’t for Gordon’s belt catching on a spike.
Harry bent mid-stride to grab a stout stick.
It seemed he’d have to knock the two unconscious to stop them from killing each other.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
