A lake breeze races through the woods. The misty morning lifts like a curtain to reveal a warn Sun. Birds chatter with squirrels. Small critters move about the old cabin.
Inside, a low groan. A mind reassembled details. Daylight brings pain to the eyes and head. The forgotten trip here weights heavy.
“Is he still here?” words too weak to be heard leave Rose’s lips.
Sikence answers her. Even the shadows hide from her.
“Who was he?…. How did he know me?…. Why me!” Her consciousness plays tag with each question. She lies still waiting. But for what?
written as part of a challenge called 100 Words Wednesday, details are available at https://bikurgurl.com/2017/02/22/100-word-wednesday-week-7/