On the run.

I woke around 1am with this image in my head, the remnants of a dream.

Believing in no deity at all, he thanked God for digital technology. The silent shutter on his camera hadn’t given him away. He wasn’t sure what had, but he suspected a motion sensor at the edge of the fence.

Doubled over, trying to stay out of sight, his fingers picked at the memory card slot on his camera. If caught, that was the first thing they’d do, confiscate the camera and destroy the card. It had to be kept safe.

The tiny piece of plastic came free as he stumbled, foot sliding on slick grass and mud. The memory card flew from his hand.

I know where he is, I know what he’s seen and photographed and I know what happens next. Exactly where this fits within the Earthlink series is a bit vague just yet.