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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I liked your very different take.
janet
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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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The will to live is a force of nature… great one…
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Maybe not…great ending.
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Alicia, your story takes us through the changing emotions of the poor woman very well. Good one!
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Well-written story. That’s a great cliff-hanger ending leaving me wanting to know what happens next.
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