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Survival Skills

  Survival Skills

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Sara lay on a dirt and rock floor, too stunned to discern one pain from the next. 

 

One moment she had been hiking, laughing with friends, and planning to stop for the night. The next was an ill-fated step that sent her falling, immediately dropping through trees and then tumbling hard to land with an abrupt thud. 

 

Sara surmised that she must have fallen into a canyon, below the mountain they were hiking, but couldn’t imagine she would have survived the fall. Her backpack was still with her. It’s a plain miracle, she mused, Thank you, Jesus!

 

She looked up, trying to see where she had fallen from, but it was too dark to determine. Slowly, she pulled her aching body to a sitting position as breathing was restored. 

 

She ran one hand over her head and arms, checking for blood and broken bones. “Even my bruises have bruises,” she muttered, peering into the murky darkness miserably, searching for anything resembling shelter. Unable to make anything out, she extracted a flint from her backpack.

 

A welcoming warmth illuminated the night and a long, low scream was wrenched from her soul as she realized she was not sitting in the safety of a canyon floor. The fall had cast her onto a small shelf on the side of the mountain. The darkness she had stared into would be sudden death with a single step.

 

By Wildfire8470

 

 

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Flash Fiction, Microliterature, Microliterature, Passion's Invocation, Psychological Fiction

Gennalise Chalcedony

Gennalise Chalcedony

Gennalise

Shelly was seventeen years and three hundred sixty four days old, a straight A student and the apple of her father’s eye. She donned her school uniform hoping it would be the last time, and thinking, I’m so excited and nervous I could just throw up.

 

 

She wondered how she would lie to her parents. She had never done that before. To focus her mind on less unsettling thoughts, she got up to retrieve her books and spun her head, throwing a wide smile into the mirror with a backwards glance, trying to imitate a movie star she had seen at the theater. Not bad, Miss Gennalise Chalcedony! Not bad at all!

 

 

She called herself by an alias she’d thought of. One more fitting for the big city and the grand  stage. “You know,” she whispered in her southern drawl and winking at her reflection, “for when you’re a big star!”

 

 

She smoothed her hair and tucked some escaped  tendrils behind her ear. She was the picture of innocence as she ascended the stairs for breakfast. Her stomach churned, knowing this would have to be a perfect performance.

 

 

Shelly mumbled her way through breakfast trying hard not to meet her parents eyes. They were always so ebullient in the morning, effervescent with questions about her daily goals. Any other time, she would have felt refreshed and welcomed the attention but this day, not so much.

 

 

She managed to escape their barrage of morning questions, saying her stomach was upset. At least, I didn’t have to lie about that, she comforted herself, surmising, I’ve always been a nice Catholic girl. I never once told them a lie but, suddenly I’m waist deep in lies! God, I no longer need a push broom. I need a snow shovel!

 

 

She rolled her eyes trying to calm her fears and rubbing the bills together for the bus ticket she would purchase, whispering, “I hope you’re right, Mr. Samuel. Smoot but, you wouldn’t be funding my audition if you didn’t have a really good instinct about me. I’m going to be a huge star!”

 

 

 

By Wildfire8470

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