As Carl drove up the rugged path in his Ford-150, Cecelia eye’s drifted up ahead. The sun was dipping below the horizon and the sky showcased hues of orange and blue. Cecilia’s arms were covered in goosebumps. It must be the chill in the air, she thought.
Carl had promised her an evening of just the two of them, to celebrate their 6 month anniversary. He seems to have taken the idea a bit too far, she thought.
As they got off from his truck, Cecilia spotted an old shovel, under the jute covers, in the back. She shivered.
Word count : 98
This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.
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