Off the Grid

“Oh no. You can’t be serious. We’re not staying here!”

“You told me you wanted an adventure on a budget, Sarah. Besides, the real adventure is out there!” Claude pointed at the tropical jungle spilling over the shoreline of the Rio Dulce.

“We’ll see about that!” Sarah huffed.

After a quick check-in to the Henry

Berrisford, Claude whisked Sarah away to the Siete Altares in the heart of Livingston’s tropical forest.

When they returned that night, Sarah easily drifted to sleep. “Claude was right,” she smiled, “I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us tomorrow!”


98 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers‘ flash fiction challenge based on the photo above by JS Brand.

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