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The leaves rustled with the wind’s delicate fingers combing through them. Slashes of sunlight penetrated to the forest floor here and there, highlighting fleeting glimpses of fauna in motion. In the distance, birds clicked their mating calls and were answered with almost identical sounds. A squirrel darted up a tree with its booty in hand, proud to store something away in its alcove.

Samantha smiled through the fading pain. There was at least some solace in what had come to pass. There would be beauty enveloping her in its tender embrace. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. Thick iron greeted her senses. In a body going completely numb, there was at least that feeling.

The squirrel scampered down the trunk of oak and stood on a nearby rock, staring at her. It cocked its head one-way and then another before leaping from the pedestal and gradually tiptoeing towards her form. Its tiny black eyes watched her face before turning to the fallen tree trunk crushing her hips and abdomen. There, she ended at the tree began. When it looked back, her hand had stilled and her eyes stared unblinking at its tiny face. It cocked its head to the side one last time before darting off in the direction of more fallen booty.


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When the rain stopped, Katherine laid there for a long moment, contemplating whether rising was in her best interest. With a sigh, she realized that if she wanted to eat today, it would have to be.

Like every day before today, she rolled off of her bedroll tucked beneath the single cupboard of her barren little room, stood, stretched, and ambled to the door. There was no point putting on any clothing; no one was going to see her. Her greasy hair was tied back in a ponytail and her hands and feet were still covered with the dirt and grime of yesterday’s hunt. She surmised that her face was too but it had been so long since she’d seen her own face, she’d forgotten what she looked like.  A forgettable little girl in a forgettable little room. At least that’s what her parents had once said. Now they didn’t talk because they were dead.

She stepped into the bleak hallway and stood squinting against the little bit of light streaming in through the cracks in the ceiling. When she was little, she remembered standing in that hall and thinking about how big it was. Now it seemed little more than a tomb that wanted to trap her inside every day.

She stepped over charred beams and other debris leading to the stairs ascending towards the early morning sun. She squinted as she crossed the threshold into the world above. Charred and broken beams twisted this way and that from there base of the structure, the skeleton of a home she had once shared with her family. All around, the woods were scorched for miles and the pall of death hung over the once vibrant forest.

(I will one day continue this story… I love the set up and where I will take it)

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