Every Tuesday I post a writing prompt and my response. It gives me a chance to exercise my writing muscles outside of my WIP, and hopefully inspire you to write. So enjoy my flash fiction piece and post your own in the comments!
Write a scene in which no one talks. You must convey all the meaning through silent action.
Bryn tapped a section of the map with his finger. Aimee turned her head away, refusing to look.
Pursing his lips, Bryn reached up and pulled on Aimee's arm. She looked down at him, her mouth and eye brows pinched.
He pointed to the fork in the river shown on the map then held out his hands to her. Aimee shook her head and folder her arms. Bryn rolled his eyes and blew his bangs out of his eyes.
Aimee stamped her foot and pointed West in the direction of the forest. It was Bryn's turn to shake his head. He grabbed his empty sword belt and pointed to the empty quiver hanging on her back. With renewed vigor Aimee pointed to the forest.
Bryn's shoulders fell. Reluctantly he folded the map and collected the rest of their gear. When he was ready he stood next to Aimee and held out his hands toward the forest. Aimee tossed her head and began a slow march to the think dense wood.