Yet another short story based on a prompt.
The prompt was a first sentence starter, the starter being presented was : ‘”What do you mean you lost the ____”‘
“What do you mean you lost the map?” Doug ground out between clenched teeth. I stared wide eyed.
“It was in my backpack…now it’s gone! It’s not like I deliberately set out to lose it!” I bit back.
Doug clicked his tongue in annoyance. We really didn’t need the map. We’d be fine without it. But he like to be so meticulous about things.
We knew which graves we were looting. For some reason though, he liked to mark them on the map. Not just mark them, he put his own little symbol on them. He was weird that way.
“Dude, I’ll make a fresh map when we get back tonight. Here, just take a shovel and let’s get to work.”…
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