We’re back from vacation, and sadly, my dear computer, was indeed dead. Fried logic board was the COD. Thanks for all the good advice and help last week! I’m still figuring out my new Mac, but glad to be plugged in again. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge, orchestrated by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo prompt comes from Luther Siler. If you’d like to join Friday Fictioneers, or would like to check out the many other wonderful stories, please stop by Rochelle’s blog Addicted To Purple, for more details. As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback. I try to do the same.
The darkness was something they were used to, but the strange smell made Jeb’s skin crawl.
“Somethin’ aint right here.” He nudged his buddy Clem. “We need to wire headquarters.”
The other men stopped working and listened. Jeb had been working the mine longer than any of them; his instincts were solid.
Jeb held his light aloft, made his way back to the tunnel intersection, and reached for the small cage. The light illuminated two delicate yellow bodies.
“Men, there aint no time to waste; the birds are dead!”
As they ran for the exits, a loud explosion shook them.
(word count: 100)
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