The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
George looked out across the barren landscape wondering when some trees had turned square and hard.
“Why are all the people running?” Charlie asked, stick close to George just in case.
George looked down at the one person not running and wondered why. “Hello,” he said in a echoing thunder, but it was clear the tiny person didn’t understand.
Now, she was running.
“Come back, tiny human,” George called, flicking his tail once to break completely free of the stone mountain which had held them captive for so long. “I won’t hurt you. Come back.”
“It’s not going to come back,” Charlie said patiently. “You’re too big.”
“That makes me scary?”
“Yes, it does.”
“Maybe you should try then.”
So Charlie strode after the tiny human but she still screamed and hid inside of the hard square trees.
“No luck?” George asked as Charlie came back, skittering around nervously as he looked in all directions.
“I can’t. I can only think of one reason the tiny humans ran.”
“They didn’t recognize us with our masks on.”