Short Short Story Fiction
….with the sun setting, Jeremiah paused. The leaves rustled in the late afternoon breeze as the warmth slowly left the world. Smyrna had passed this way, he could sense it, but he couldn’t tell how long it had been. It was doubtful he could catch her before the stars began to blaze through the canopy of leaves. It was best to build a fire now, before the shadows grew to long. He would renew his pursuit in the morning. He needed to find her before she reached the river. Before it was too late for her to turn back…...
An ongoing experiment in very short fiction based on a random image. Other examples of this project can be found here.