Breathless Tales and Dusty Trails

Ahfl_icon Author: THX 0477 Dr. Tim's Neurotic Rules of Ficly Life [Disclaimer: This is not intended to be binding nor in any way an expectation of general members of Ficly, league members, family members or wearers of Member's Only jackets] ... Read Bio

Heaving and panting down the country road Kevin and Robert kicked up as much dust as a whole mess of hounds. Delbert brought up the rear, choking on dust and attempting to halt the other two.

“You idgits!” Delbert rasped, “You dag-gum…idgits!”

“Not…now,” Robert hollered back.

“Yes now…idgit!” Delbert yelled back.

Robert, younger and perhaps thus more lighthearted, fell into a fit of giggles such that he couldn’t keep up the run. Kevin was forced to come to a trotting stop several feet further. He eyed the bridge ahead and the intersection with Poplar Lane beyond it. His glare back at the other two bespoke his urgent need to keep going; the hands on his hips told of an equally urgent need to stop for a moment.

Red faced and panting too hard to speak, Delbert raised a hand.

“Nuh-uh,” Kevin shot, “Spit it out, if it’s so damned important.”

“I gots to tell ya’,” their friend wheezed, “the story…how yo’ sister really come to wake up at Evan’s place. It ain’t…well, it ain’t that bad.”

View this story's details


Oh no! This story doesn't have a prequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?


Oh no! This story doesn't have a sequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?

Comments (3 so far!)

  1. Avatar Imdolien

    Yay! A story!

    I like the action (running makes everything seem breathless, doesn’t it?), and am a little worried for the poor sister!!

  2. Avatar Cariad Ceffyl

    oh boy! Why indeed?

  3. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Not THAT bad, no. Heh. I love the twist at the end. Also, I am breathless reading this. :)

This story's tags are