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‘Stay down. Stay hidden.’ A last flash of Poppa’s eyes in the darkness and he was gone.
Folly did as she was told. She knew the forest well, the creak of the trunks in the wind, the sound of twigs falling to leaf litter, the scurry of creatures smaller and more terrified than herself.
But she searched for other sounds – the soft rustle and pause of a lean wolf, the hiss of breath through his snout; the grunt of boar.
Most of all she listened for the Others, the clumsy thrash of their limbs, the hushed, garbled words, the scrape of metal just before …
Come the grey paling of the dawn, the Others had not come. Nor had Poppa.
She crawled from the hollowed out tree, brushed dead leaves from her skirts, evicted a beetle from her shoe.
A voice cried out, lifting the crows from their roosts. Crashing footsteps,Β garbled words – sharp, ringing as a sword hitting stone.
She closed her eyes and wished …
Written for Priceless Joy’s FFfAW. See the pic and write a tale. See here to join in and to read the other stories.
Tense scene. I can’t decide if this is placed in the past or a dystopian future. Either way I hope her wish gets her out of there in time, but I fear not! π
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Thanks Iain. I think the setting could be either – I usually imagine the past, being a history grad, but the future works well too. Thanks for reading
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Nice mini tale Lynn, transported!
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Thank you Bill π
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The attention to detail in the description takes you right there with her. Beautiful.
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Thanks so much for the kind comment and thank you so much for reading
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Uh oh.
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I hope her wishes saves her life! Very intense! Great story!
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Thanks so much Joy π
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Wonderful descriptions. The beetle in the shoe was a great inclusion to put us in place. I’m guessing she came from her hiding spot too early. I don’t like her chances.
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You set the scene well, and then gave the reader concern of your character. I enjoyed this,
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Thanks so much Michael π
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I do not think I want to befriend ‘the others”. Enjoyed! (Don’t think I want them as enemies either?
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Ha! Me neither. Thanks so much taking the time to read, Roger π
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Woah! But don’t worry, the sword was in Poppa’s hands, as he cut through an Other just as it was about to attack Folly π
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And why not? A lovely ending there. Thanks for reading π
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You paint the situation beautifully. I don’t know whether the regular injection of sibilance is deliberate, but it suits the scene well.
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it π
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An organically atmospheric story, Lynn. The attention to sound and suspense is second to none.
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Thank you so much Kelvin. Such a lovely comment. Thanks so much for reading too
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