No Entry Unread

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Hosted by Cristina Kemp

In response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #190

He ran. He ran so hard and so long, he felt his heart pounding within his parched tongue. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Dark brows drew together in consternation.

The dogs were not far behind. A fence cross-crossed then blocked the way, but not for him. He figured he could fit through the slats easily, and did so.

He was so close to freedom, he could smell it in the air. He crawled through the fence, not noticing the no entry sign. He could not read, it was forbidden.

He dove into the drying cornstalks, tripping but not falling before he returned to his full out run. Minutes later, the posse led by the snarling dogs, stopped at the no entry sign.

Someone asked, “Do we go in boss?”

“Nah,” the heavy-set white man said through a half-smile, “he’ll wish he had let us catch him soon!”


  1. Ooh! That last line promises intrigue ahead. Well done, Ami.

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      1. You are welcome. 😀

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  2. Sadje says:

    Very intriguing ending Ami.

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    OMG, out of the frying pan and in to the fat! 💜

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  4. Oh, I wonder what’s in there? Good one. Sometimes the No Entry sign is there for a reason 😊​😊​😊​

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  5. Thank you Crispina, very glad you enjoyed it! 😊


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