This was written in response to a challenge issued among myself and some good freinds. We wanted to see who could write the best short story using only 200 words. My attempt clocks in at 200 words exactly.
The crinkling of the paper bag brought hope and tension…thankfully there was life inside. Shep did not hesitate to pull out the store-bought mini pie, half eaten though it was. They split it. Any sustenance the two could get was welcome, especially in weather like this.
Until tonight Tad had enjoyed the thrill of the chase. An outlaw. Free, yet a slave to stealth. Their faces were posted everywhere, they were wanted, and for no small reward. Many days practicing the art of evasion were catching up to the old friends, and they felt it in their lungs and stomachs. Both had thoughts of turning themselves in and ending the whole thing…not after coming so far.
Neither spoke; neither rested well, both constantly wondered when the other would suggest they continue on. Both knew they soon must. It was difficult to think of trading the shelter of the highway bridge for the cold rain. A moment of daydreaming was broken…Tad’s muscles tensed as he saw light not fifty yards away…
As they fled their shelter the sound of voices echoed behind them, reminding them how close they were to caught:
“Tad! Tad! Shep!”
“C’mon boys, c’mon…”
“Good hunting dogs indeed!”