Hallie will never forget when her sister, Callie, scrambled out the building bellowing, “Run!” Then the moment Hallie took her first step was the moment the guns began to fire. On the ground, in the sky, everywhere. Bare-footed, she sprinted to the barb-wire-fence, a thing that had puzzled her since she was five.
Quickly, she climbed the incredibly high fence and jumped down on the other side. She ran and ran and as she ran, she felt a difference in her. She felt a stamina she had never felt behind the barb-wire-fence. At that moment, she knew. She was different.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.