The Fists of Glory Fight Team hit some nearby woods for trail running.
One path led to another, and before anyone knew it, they were several miles from where they began, unsure of how exactly to return.
While retracing their steps, they noticed the warm daylight transitioning to a chilly dusk and the horizon was veiled in a rolling fog that crept closer—and fast!
The team’s never-give-up mindset now became a life-and-death matter, so they stepped up the pace. Luckily, just before the evening’s freeze consumed their surroundings, they recognized the main trail and bolted to their starting point.
Word Count: 100
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/06/01/100-word-flash-fiction-challenge-21/.
Prompted from the Thursday Write Photo Prompt at: https://scvincent.com/2020/06/04/thursday-photo-prompt-veiled-writephoto/.
Prompted from the Let It Bleed Weekly Prompt at: https://randomnessinked.wordpress.com/2020/02/16/let-it-bleed-weekly-prompt-challenge-39/.
Glad they found their way home 🙂
Thanks for taking part this week, Dave.
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