Friday Fictioneers — Left for Dead

img_1317Beaten, robbed, left for dead. Naked body deep in the woods. Cold, hungry, bleeding, tired. Yet still alive. If only just barely.

How long had he been walking? How far had he come? The trees’ shadows told him he was heading west. But from where? And towards what?

A structure. A cabin perhaps. At the top of a steep hill. Maybe fifty log steps leading up to it. Could there be food? And shelter from the cold?

One step at a time. One cut and bloody foot after the other. Had to get up there.

Or death likely.

(97 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Karen Rawson.

23 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Left for Dead

  1. Susan May 4, 2018 / 1:35 pm

    I like the tempo of this piece. It packs a lot in few words

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango May 4, 2018 / 2:07 pm

      Thanks. You have to chose your words carefully when the prompt limits you to 100!


  2. pennygadd51 May 6, 2018 / 5:51 am

    I guess that’s exactly how you would feel under the circumstances. A great piece of imagining, Fandango.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. granonine May 8, 2018 / 4:52 am

    Makes me want to help the poor guy, and hope there isn’t an evil homicidal maniac waiting for him at the top.

    Liked by 1 person

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