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Monday, April 23, 2012
Flash Friday Fictioneers… DRIP, DROP, DRIP
Something keeps rumbling overhead. Sounds of pushing.
I was falling. That was the scariest part. Of course the landing wasn’t a piece of cake… hurt like hell. Right on my back. Oh, God it hurts my ribs to move.
How long has it been? Maybe five days now. I can remember walking the field, then grabbing at air as I went down the pit. So fast… like instant.
I can just see some light above, and the drip of water every once in a while has been a Godsend. I think I’m past hungry.
There’s the rumbling again.
Darkness…
Another 100 Word Photo Prompt from Madison Woods… and here’s where to find the stories… Madison’s blog
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