For this year’s A to Z, I will be doing a collection of flash fiction featuring Steven, the MC from Blackbird, from right before he came to Newstead through his first year there.
M
is for Miles
Three
hundred and seventy miles; that’s the distance between Wilson and Weston, where
Newstead is. In a car, I could probably get there in half a day, but I’m not in
a car.
And it appears I’m
not in civilization, either, I think as I look around. I’m
surrounded by trees and more trees. That’s probably because I haven’t taken any
of the main roads, but maybe not; maybe it isn’t just Wilson that’s gone
silent. I try not to think about that, but as the miles stretch on and I still
don’t see anyone, I can’t help but wonder if it’s true.
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Hopefully he's not lost.
ReplyDeleteYou have a very unique voice, Melanie. Love this excerpt!
ReplyDeleteIt's feeling a little spooky.
ReplyDeleteGood luck getting lots or reviews!
ReplyDeleteTo be among trees and trees would be nice, but I definitely wouldn't want to be lost.
ReplyDeleteThe song that pops up in my head when you wrote "miles" is "I'd walk five hundred miles..."
ReplyDeleteGood hopes for reviews.