Yay! It's time for the very first Campaigner Challenge. This is one of my favorite parts of the campaign.
For those who aren't part of Rach's awesome Campaign, I'll explain the details of this challenge.
We were to:
Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut." (also included in the word count)
For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
Isn't that so exciting? I thought so. And just so you know, I met all the requirements...even the optional ones! So in 200 words exactly, starting with "the door swung open" and ending with "the door swung shut" I give you...
Nowhere To Hide
The door swung open and hit the player piano with a twang. Dust filled the air as Old Ben's sour smell drifted in, releasing a memory I couldn't escape.
Mama said he'd find me, but the bar-girl job was my last chance. Ben knew shy girls don't do bad things. But I had changed.
With Papa's weathered knife in one hand and the neck of a bottle in the other, I waited. Old Ben's boots clicked up the steps and I squeezed my eyes shut. Hopefully he didn't bring Bessy.
The footsteps stopped.
"Allie," his voice echoed. I could almost taste the alcohol in his breath.
My heart hammered and I opened my eyes to find Ben's silhouette in the setting sun. Even his shadow couldn't hide his sneer.
I gripped the knife.
He chuckled. "I'm not the pick of the crop, but your family will die without me."
A shiver ran up my spine. My family would suffer, but they knew a marriage to him would be worse. I inhaled a breath of dust and raised my knife.
Bessy stopped me.
I stared down the barrel of Bob's Winchester rifle and swallowed my fear as the door swung shut.
So? What did you think? Be honest...I can take it!