Wyatt crouched down behind the wreckage that was once a car. There were several loud explosions off in the distance but here in the middle of the square it was deathly quiet for an active war zone. A flare of gun fire caught his eye from a sniper four blocks down near one of the explosions. Wyatt lifted his M25 and aimed down the site at the sniper’s head. He held his breath and centered his target in the cross hairs. He was about to squeeze the trigger and suddenly the hair of the back of his neck stood tall as he heard the light crunch of the footstep behind him.
Sometimes things just pop into my head. “Scenes” if you will. There may be a story there or not. It could just be something that conveys a feeling or a thought, sometimes it inspires a short story or even an epic series yet to be written. That’s how it happens for me. I never know what I am going to get when these random scenes pop up in my head. I don’t know specifically what triggers them. Many times I don’t write the scenes down and they drift off into the recesses of my brain never to be thought of again. It occurred to me to make this new section of my blog to share them. Perhaps, they will inspire someone besides myself. I hope so. The scenes will mostly be only a few sentences. So please enjoy these very short, quick and sometimes intense scenes. Please feel free to comment on them. Or dare I say, maybe tell me what you believe happened before the scene or what happens next.