The Shortcut



She didn’t like walking through the woods but it was a shortcut.  The trees stood tall and eerily silent.  It was creepy here in the daytime.  She hated to imagine what it must be like at night.

As she went, the twigs cracking beneath her feet, she spotted a car on her right.  Its bonnet was open.  She looked around.  There was no sign of its driver.  Perhaps he went for help.  Curious, she went over to inspect it.  She peered through the window.  Behind her a twig snapped.  Before she could turn, a bag was shoved over her head.


100 Words

This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For more details, visit Here.  To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

34 Replies to “The Shortcut”

    1. Dear Rochelle,

      Yes, I guess this is too true for comfort. When I used to watch British dramas like Midsomer Murders, the woods always looked creepy and the perfect place for murder. Even during the day the day they looked ominous. I would rather take the long way and get to my destination safely. Thanks :).



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