Flash: Too Close

Photo by Carlos Arthur M.R on Unsplash

Spitting out sand and dirt, Megan rolled over as she regained consciousness, into a thorny something which tore into her business coat, but the tweed fabric prevented the plant from scratching her. Where was she? The sun was beating down on her like she was at work. It was hot, fucking brutally hot, way beyond being outside in Richmond in July. The sand and dirt burned to touch. She had been … what had she been doing??

A shadow crossed her, bringing relief from the scorching sun. Megan looked up.

The flyer.

She swallowed hard.

(words 95; first published July 10, 2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words)

Getting Closer Series
Getting Closer (9/27/2020)
Too Close (10/4/2020)