Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneer’s Prompt

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/04/18/photo-prompt-for-the-friday-fictioneers-100-words-join-us-friday/

“We should be safe here,” Leggle croaked, gasping for breathe as she peered out from under the rock which was blanketed in thick, brown moss. Beads of moisture dripped from the ceiling of their hiding place, disappearing beneath the water leaving wakes of tiny ripples behind.

“I hope so, I don’t want to run into that thing again.” Spoticus too, was gasping for breathe after their near death experience. If frogs could shiver, then Spoticus did, as the memory of their escape and Fedi’s gruesome death, played in his mind like a film.

“What was it?” Leggle asked, her sunset yellow eyes darting about alertly, adreneline still pumping around her body like water down a hydroslide.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, it killed Fedi and it’s after us now.”

 

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