Survival
All around her was wasteland. Kali’s mouth felt like sandpaper, there had been no water for several days. The hot dry wind whipped the rags of her clothes. She walked forwards and then collapsed. Everything went black.
Kali awoke. She was lying in a hut. She tried rising, but felt dizzy. A woman came over giving her a bowl. Kali drank the soup deeply. After so long it felt nourishing.
“You were near death when we found you.”
“Where am I?”
“In our village. You can stay as long as you want.”
Maybe she would stay here a while.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt of a story about nourishing provided by the Carrot Ranch May 7 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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Very nice, Joanne. I hope the villagers aren’t cannibals.
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Lol. That thought had occurred to me too….
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I feel some solidarity now!! 😉
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Your writing’s really great. Though I had the same thought as roberta, let’s hope they ain’t cannibals.
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Thanks 🙂
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She who was lost has found a new place.
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Knowing you, she was probably drinking blood. ;P
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Lol. Mmm blood soup…
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Speaking of cooked things, do you suppose vampires would be ok with black pudding?
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Possibly
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Something to think about!
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Soon, she would be named “Queen of Tight Abs”…
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