PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
Rachel had been walking for hours, energy sapped by the heat. As she rounded the bend, she saw a battered VW under a tree. If it weren’t there, I’d be able to rest in the shade. She traipsed on exhausted, wondering idly about the lack of occupants in the car. Silence, save for a slight rustling of leaves. Suddenly, the car doors opened. Rachel stopped, startled. Black, eyes stared coldly at her. They were quick, no time to react. A cloth covered her face; strong hands lifted her and thrust her roughly into the car.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.