Friday Fictioneers: Nobody Escapes

  Rain pelted Mac’s head, her shoulders. The stone building would offer some shelter from the storm, despite a crumbling roof and missing door. “Do you think anybody lives here?” Bea peered around the boulder. “No. It’s too run down.” Mac picked her way to the hut, avoiding muddy ground that might capture a footprint. She ducked inside, Bea close…