“Robbie, we are completely lost. Quit pretending you know where you’re going.”
“They have to be just around the corner. Don’t worry. We’ll be back with Mom and Dad. Just a few more steps.”
“You said that the last set of stairs. And aren’t we supposed to be going toward the top of the hill to the displays?”
“Shh…. I can hear the voices from the group.”
Suddenly, around the next bend, there was only darkness.
“Robbie…” Margie’s whisper was now quaking. “I don’t think those men in black holding that animal over the fire are part of our group…”
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 100 word flash fiction story.