Fabric rustled and the hood was jerked off. Blinding light seared her retinas.
A meaty hand gripped Jane’s left arm, forcing her onward. She glanced over her shoulder. The hand belonged to a thick man in black. He ignored her backwards look.
The toe of her right shoe caught and she stumbled. His hand tightened, halting her fall. She righted herself and shielded her eyes with her right arm, looking around.
They were headed for a white Cessna. A familiar figure appeared from the doorway and crossed his arms.
The man shoved her forward again.
Towards her ex.
This is my 100-word flash fiction contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It’s a weekly flash fiction challenge beginning with a photo prompt and a 100-word limit to craft a complete story. Check it out and join the fun!
If you haven’t heard, I’m adding a book review to the blog. First one posts this Sunday! Hope you’ll stop by again and happy trails!