Upon submission, the contest mandated a few rules:
Absolutely no dialogue
Each of the forty-eight author crafted paragraphs must contain at least 40 words.
“The One Left” by Kim Praser
No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway. It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time of day it was, much less which direction was north or south or anything else for that matter. A two-lane blacktop road snaked up into the distance and disappeared into some trees, or a forest if you wanted to get technical about it. It also snaked down toward some lumpy hills and disappeared there as well. What sounded like a two-stroke chainsaw could be heard in the distance, but it was impossible to tell whether it was up in the forest or down in the lumpy hills. This had been happening more often lately. Two different ways to go, with a dead battery and no bars, and nobody left to blame.
Stranded on this blacktop road was a girl. A high school sophomore, to be specific. Blame drifted through the air, and Morgan felt it always landed on her. Life seemed to point its haggard finger in her direction. With each passing day, Morgan felt those fingers clasp tighter and tighter around her wrists pulling her in two. To do what? She didn’t know. Too much gnawed at her leaving her empty.