My story in 102 words is in the Political Thriller genre, as best I could tell.
Copyright Lora Mitchell
Bursts of blue and pink halos illuminated the faces of onlookers waving the flag of their leader, while a strange anthem hummed in the distance. On a hillside, two women crawled with their chests to the ground.
“In the dark we run,” said Mica. “Wait now. Head down.”
“It’s now or never,” Anya whispered.
While an infusion of exploding bangs radiated bursts of glitter, Anya and Mica sprinted towards a man-made tunnel.
A guard interceded, holding a rifle to Anya’s neck. His icy glare steady, his eyes joined hers in burning anticipation.
Anya held his gaze, envisioning their reunion.