I was on my own now, only the fire’s flame keeping me company. Well, that and ants marching through a gap in the stones. I reached down to touch them, intruding on their world. They hurriedly and excitedly split up their formation, scrambling every which way in the light of the fire.
My fingers were numb now, but the burning sensation in my hands from the night’s cold temperatures was still a fresh memory.
I wrote my goodbyes on the cave walls with the ashes from the fire. I was longing for my family that I would never see again.
Brilliant piece, Susi.
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❤ Thanks so much, Eugenia!
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My pleasure, Susi!
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Nicely done, Susi. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Penny!
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What a moving story.
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❤ Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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So sad a tale. I hope rescue arrived in time… but I sense that is not the happy ending that lurks around the corner.
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I’m thinking no. Writing the goodbyes generally ends up tragically. Thanks for stopping by, Val!
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Excellent story and prompt word use!
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Thank you, Susan! 🙂
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WOW!
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A wonderful compliment, Nan! Thank you! ❤
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I could feel this.
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❤
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Loved your take on the Wordle. I honestly want to read more!
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I’m imagining it’s a wicked tale. 😉 But thank you, Pooja! I really enjoy the creativity the Wordles bring out in me.
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Haha I’m guessing that too. You’re very welcome!
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🙂
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