They met in the forgotten places, amidst overgrown fences and cracked cement, so that was where she waited for them. She tried to tame her unwashed curls of brown hair and smooth her ragged green hoodie.

“Hey,” a voice said and she turned to see a young man with skin like the earth and hair like fire. “Where you from?”

“Nowhere. I’m looking for…” She paused. “Them.”

“You’ve found us,” he replied, extending his hand. “You’ll fit right in.”

They ran in the shadows, hid on the edges, laughed and stole and fought in their little world, their resistance.

Word Count: 99

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Peter Abbey for providing the prompt photo!

13 thoughts on “Outlaws

Add yours

  1. Another unique and fascinating story JA. I picture her becoming a sort of ‘lost boy.’ It sounds like she found exactly the right place to be home — her people. Well written.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: