I discovered NYC Midnight on Facebook, and decided to enter their 100-word Microfiction Challenge. This is what I wrote for the first round. Wish me luck!
Action: opening a door
I need to find Sam, and soon!
We were separated not long after the riot started. Hiding in an alley, trying to remember the way out, a door opened behind me. I spun around to see who it was.
Grabbing my arm, a large thug licked his lips. “What’s a pretty young thing doing here?”
A swift jab to the solar plexus released his grip. One moment I’m sprinting away, next moment someone’s helping me up from the sidewalk. I look up to see Sam’s scared face. We were together again but lost.
It’s going to be a long night.
© 2021 by Benjamin Goodrich