Droplets from the Inkwell

Writing Quickie: Running from Armageddon

We held hands as we ran. His gait was slightly longer, so I struggled to keep up with him. As we ran, I could hear the explosions as meteorites hit the earth mere yards behind us. The dust filled the air, choking my lungs. I tried to pull the collar of my shirt tighter over my mouth and nose with my free hand.

My foot hit an uneven patch of ground and I tripped falling to my knees. I winced as he practically pulled my shoulder out of joint before realizing I wasn’t moving. He turned to face me and reached out his other hand to help me up. I saw his eyes widen for a moment before he tackled me to the ground and covered with his body. Less than a second later, I heard the crashing impact and felt as we were both showered with huge clods of dirt. I wondered briefly if we were about to be buried alive.

JarredH

Give me pen and paper and I shall create entire worlds and fill them with adventures.