“Where are we?” she whispered, stepping into the deserted building. He had wanted to show her something. She had gotten caught up in the excitement , in his eagerness . Until she stepped in to this place.
Musty. What other aromas assaulted their senses she cared not to think. He stood there Silently.
Why had she not thought to tell someone where they were going?
It was only now she noticed that familiar wild look in his eyes. Some scheme had bitten him…again. They stood there, hand in warm hand. Sounds over head.
Silently . They stepped in. Going to who knew where.
Photo courtesy: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word count: 100
writing :flash fiction
by Shandra White Harris 3/19/2014
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