Anxious Whispers
The jeep was alive with hushed whispers, anxious voices debating what Jake was up to. ‘Is he crazy?’ someone asked. ‘He should get back here!
‘ another insisted. But Jake wasn’t listening; his focus was razor-sharp. The mix of fear and awe was palpable, each of us grappling with it in our own way.
Some were begging him silently to return, while others were rooting for his success. Our whispers filled the space, a backdrop to his brave mission.