Mike heard his telephone ring from the other room, but he already knew it was his training partner, Greg. Ever since the state mandated a stay at home order, the two had been tracking deep into the woods like a pair of nomads, training away from the eyes of the law—or so they thought.
“Did you hear that?” Greg asked.
Mike only heard the cracking of mitts, but Greg thought he heard a twig snapping.
“Nope,” was Mike’s care-free response.
Trekking back toward the car, a ranger stopped them and issued a fine of one-hundred fifty dollars. The emptying of their bank accounts, however, didn’t stop them from the weekly tradition.
Word Count: 114
Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/05/09/weekend-writing-prompt-156-home/.
Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/09/tradition/.
Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/05/09/fowc-with-fandango-empty/.
Prompted from the Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/05/09/three-things-challenge-230/.
Prompted from the Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/09/rdp-saturday-nomad/.