Saturday, November 22, 2014

Dying for a dare

‘I say we go back.’

‘Don’t be such a baby.’

‘It’s not safe.’ Jamie gripped the frayed rope and stared down between the slippery, broken slats at the quickly moving river.

‘It’s fine,’ Dan said, clambering ahead.  ‘Just stick to the edges and hold onto the ropes.’

‘I’m going back.’

‘Big baby!’

Jamie ignored the jibe and slowly turned around.  He didn’t mind a dare, but wasn’t going to risk his life for one.

A board snapped behind him, the rope bridge swaying.

‘Jamie!  Help!’

He glanced back.  Dan was dangling beneath the bridge, his feet inches above the river.




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Dares rarely end well... Thanks for sharing this, Rob!