The Starving Activist is the sometimes-home for words. AR Neal (that’s me) finds them, cultivates them, and leaves them here. Enjoy.

Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: New Beginnings, Auspicious Endings

"Look, Mar," Mike tried to keep the tension out of his voice. "We can't stay here any longer. They know where we are."Marlena crossed her arms. "I can't believe Uncle Vern told them.""I don't think he did," Mike pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. "We were careful." She looked at the ground and dug her toe into a pile of leaves. "Weren't we?"She looked down the tracks. "Okay, let's go.""What did you do?" Mike touched her arm lightly.She spun. "I emailed him once, okay? He sent me another message. I probably shouldn't have responded, but I just wanted him to stay strong and I wanted to tell him I loved him. That's all I said," she was nearly hysterical. "I just told him I loved him!"Mike started down the tracks with a sigh. "If the blocking device wasn't turned on, they could ping your laptop and triangulate our location. That's got to be how they did it." He paused to look at her again. "You know they killed him, right? And they'll do the same to us if they catch us.""Which they won't. Let's go." Marlena took the lead.

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I landed right on 200 words this week with my little side trip back to visit Mike and Marlena, the two primary characters in my soon-to-be published novel. This picture seemed like a good parallel story to the primary one in my book, so if you happen buy a copy around the holidays (it should be released in November), know that this won't be in there ;)

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