PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
One day eighteen winters ago, Jackie Shen dared me to crawl under a barbed wire fence, walk into an abandoned building, and return with evidence of the structure’s former life as a military laboratory.
When I refused, Jackie laughed at my trepidation. “Wait here,” he said, getting down on his belly. Clearing the fence, he stood and ran, disappearing into the derelict structure.
After waiting two hours, I ran home and told my parents. They called Jackie’s parents. Three days later, his body was found in a ditch ten miles away. No arrests were ever made.
I’ve never forgiven myself.
I usually don’t get this dark for Friday Fictioneers, but the photo prompt for this week called for a different approach to my 100 word story.