Written for the August 2nd Flash Fiction Challenge
peering through his scope at the landscape below
looking at
an encampment, an encampment of one
that almost went unnoticed.
a flax coloured tent with a muted hue, sombre. quietly
blending into the background,
perfectly camouflaged.
a cold camp, no fire and the only sign of life is a yellow dog
stretched out and still
near an assortment of gear, stacked to one side
it has to be him
it must be Munroe
nothing to do now except stand by,
Munroe will be back.
a disturbance from behind, then a voice, whispers,
“Hullo, Sutherland. What took you so long?”
The prompt and instructions were:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the colour adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
I really enjoyed how you wrote color into this scene as you built the anticipation for “what next.”
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Oh, very good, Thom. That final couplet gave me a mental jump of surprise 🙂
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Well set up tension. I wonder if the dog is dead. Lots of unanswered questions here.
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A touch of horror in the end, it looked like.
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I found this very intriguing; I wasn’t quite sure which direction it should follow from where you ended.
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Oh, he’s back all right. I don’t know the whole story is, but this stands well on its own.
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A tantalising snippet. Munroe has been expecting Sutherland, but why? I wonder who has, and who should have, the upper hand in this game of cat and mouse.
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I think that in a situation like this any advantage held would be tenuous, and could turn on a dime.
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It definitely has that feel to it.
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