OneWord, Trees

OneWord is a prompt that counts on brevity and quick-thinking. Click, word, write. For 60 seconds.
Today's word? Trees.

Alder saplings, thick, dark, hot, snap at him like whips from every direction. He’s had to move through the trees, quickly, since hearing the final screams from camp. He never saw exactly what happened, the pines too thick, but he had heard. Yes, he had heard the cries for help, the pleas for life. He didn’t even try and help, which stabbed through the adrenaline rush like tiny pin-pricks across his flesh.
But he was alive. For the time being.

1 comments:

Jen Brubacher said...

I love the "tiny pin-pricks across his flesh," because running through evergreens is like that, too. Nice flash.