PROMPT WORD: WALK
Mig snaked his way through the tangled underbrush, in the day’s last light, where he’d seen that light-haired boy exit the road carrying his sister and, now that he could hear the trickle of a brook ahead, he figured that’s where he would choose to hide, so he kept weaving forward.
His purple plastic wristband (purchased for assigning safe passage through the upcoming cartel territories) infuriatingly became entangled on a jacaranda bush so he paused to listen for the kids as he struggled to unsnarl himself but instead of sounds of movement to his front, he heard voices from behind him.
There came two men with machetes clearing their own haphazard path with unguarded deliberation through the jungle-like growth, so he squatted to avoid being discovered because a purple band was of no use in the dark.
The full moon peeked above the hills in time for Mig to get a glimpse of the men as they passed his hiding spot; one was quite small and barked orders with authority, in a raspy high-pitched tone, at the other who had one arm hanging limply at his side and an odd off-balanced walk.
Abruptly, they stopped dead falling silent… listening… then pivoted back toward the road almost stepping directly on him as the bigger, lame, man hissed at his comrade, ” We’ll find that ‘ pequeño bastardo ‘ tomorrow when I can watch him suffer as I gut him.”
Mig waited so long before standing that his feet had fallen asleep, so he stretched, then cautiously continued picking his way toward the stream even more devoted to finding that boy, whom he owed a favor, before those assassins did.
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