img_0818Hands entwined they stumbled through the foliage; pressing forward against the undergrowth which attempted to restrain them.

“Hurry!” the man urged.

Her brother’s tiny footprints were carved into the moss like an ancient bas-relief; they mapped their path. She wondered if he had escaped. Too scared to leave when he did, she hid.

Two night’s passed before the man found her; luring her from her hiding spot by saying he was there to help.

They reached a bridge at the river’s edge. The footprints vanished.

“Where’s my brother?”

“I only needed one,” his smile twisted as he tightened his grip.

This piece of 100 word flash fiction is inspired by a weekly photographic prompt kindly provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple