A Survivor’s Tale
Words 98
It was dark and the weight crushing.
Life oozed out bit by bit.
I struggled to survive, one breath at a time.
Loneliness engulfed me.
Oh the pain the anguish the isolation – all for what?
Doubts racked me.
Why struggle so much?
Who cared whether I lived or died?
Why not just give up?
Give in.
I tried.
Believe me, I tried hard to give up.
But I didn’t know how.
I only knew one thing.
My time would come.
And it did.
That’s my story. What’s yours?
She swayed and dipped, offering me yet another luscious mango.
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Written (after eons) for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
From a couple of springs earlier, old timers may remember.
Another one! Begunia I think.
The colors of fall in Dublin
When it was spring in Dublin. Nope I haven’t been there in any season 😀
China rose from India!
Slight change in lighting and voila! Both orange and yellow! So cool isn’t it?
The vibrant colors of dancers on the World Dance Day earlier this year. My niece is there too – the tallest one in yellow.
Stories and more 