This post is a writing challenge from The Daily Post. The directions (by Cheri Lucas Rowlands) were simple: choose an image from their gallery (or one of my own) as a setting and pick one of the opening lines.
I was uncertain, but kept going. It was possible that Kevin had run in this direction. I had last seen him as he bolted away from our class excursion to a pig farm. Kevin was doubled over and holding his nose, but still managed to evade my outstretched arm. In fact, he was over a fence and out of sight before I could scream for help. My assistant shook her head. “Not going over that fence. No way.” That left either me or the bus driver. I could see cigarette smoke drifting up from the far side of our bus, so I figured that left me.
“Don’t let anyone else escape!” I called back.
I could hear my assistant laughing as I fell over the fence into the soggy ground. I felt desperate, knowing that losing a student was no small matter. But honestly, it was a relief to be away from the overpowering stench of that farm. Nothing could have prepared me for such a sickening odor. I thought we were going to play with cute pigs like Babe, but all we had seen were enormous, filthy creatures waddling around in a dreadful mixture of manure and mud.
Still no sign of Kevin. Perhaps he had hidden in that clump of trees ahead. I paused to breathe fresh air. It was no small matter to lose a student, but my lungs were recovering from the vile onslaught of that farm. I felt invigorated and renewed. Perhaps I would never find Kevin. Did I even care anymore? I was uncertain, but kept going.