Lost

Posted: March 5, 2014 in Friday Fictioneers
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If they were truly lost, Samuel would tell her.  Wouldn’t he?  They’d been separated from the wagon train – walking for a week.  Hot.  No water.  Last night they saw smoke from a campfire.  Samuel said it was probably Cheyenne Indians or worse so they’d dowsed their own fire and eaten half-raw rabbit.  Now her stomach was churning along with the baby she’d been carrying for six months. She wanted it gone.  She wanted to die.  Blood curdling whoop.  Maybe not.

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  1. Survival is a powerful instinct. Having been close to death myself a couple of times, I know how strong that fight is.

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  2. I liked your very different take.

    janet

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  3. Dear Alicia,

    Nice to see such a fresh take on the prompt. Funny how that desire to die changes in the presence of eminent danger, isn’t it? Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. The will to live is a force of nature… great one…

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  5. Maybe not…great ending.

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  6. Alicia, your story takes us through the changing emotions of the poor woman very well. Good one!

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  7. Well-written story. That’s a great cliff-hanger ending leaving me wanting to know what happens next.

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