“Where did they go?”
During the early afternoon, the rest of the group had moved on ahead of us.
“You should have told us you were not fit enough to do this hike. We are losing time waiting for you!”
They had left in anger, showing no empathy for the pain I was feeling in my injured leg. Ben had walked with me to the ruins, chatting about this and that. With the sun beating down on my head and the small breeze cooling me off, I had been content.
We had arrived at the ruins about two hours after the others. Looking around, we had expected to see them setting up camp. An ominous silence had greeted us instead.
“Come on guys, quit fooling around. You are scaring us!”
We never did find them. The ruins have now been labelled haunted.
What you think happened to them?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
This story was inspired by Mondays Finish the Story. Each week bloggers are encouraged to write a story of 100-150 words based on a photo prompt and sentence starter)