She had to keep walking if only to find some solace for her naked feet. The ice underfoot was biting at her toes.
My shoes. Where are my shoes?
Innocent words she’d thought and spoken so many times in her lifetime. Would she ever be able to utter them again without these haunting memories? She pulled the tatty blanket around herself a little more. Looking through her one good eye she scanned the dark street.
It was eerily quiet and she feared she would only find more danger at this early hour. A scream jolted her into a frenzy and she ran to cower in a doorway, hoping the shadows would conceal her there. But it was laughter that punctuated the scream, and more shrieks followed getting louder as a group of girls approached.
Their faces were young and flooded with alarm, and then fear, as they peered down at her. They hurried on presuming her to be trouble. All except one who looked closely at her swollen face. “Miss Evans, is that you?” The girl asked, her face pale with recognition. “Wait” she called to her friends “Call 999”
A surge of relief before her body surrendered to darkness.
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Word Count: 200 words
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction
Photo credit: A Mixed Bag
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I take it 999 is like 911 in the U.S. Fortunately, Miss Evans found a savior.
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Yeah you got it! Yep she’s a lucky one – recognised as worthy of rescue not like most found in doorways at night
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Terrifying. I assume some sort of attack, which makes me wonder if Miss Evans is the lucky one, what happens to the unlucky ones. Powerful writing.
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Thanks for reading and commenting … yeah I struggled with the title a bit – but she’s the lucky one as she was recognised and considered worthy of rescue unlike others who are found in doorways and often in a bad way too
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Enjoyed! My favorite lines “Innocent words she’d thought and spoken so many times in her lifetime. Would she ever be able to utter them again…”
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Miss Evans sure had a close shave, though the person or thing she was escaping from will not let go that easily, methinks.
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An intriguing story that really pulled me in. Will more of the story appear somewhere else?
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I’m not sure – although it is asking for more I suppose – perhaps I should write a little more! Thanks for reading
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You’re welcome. Your story definitely deserves to be developed (I know that’s easy for someone else to say).
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Excellent. Started darkly and developed nicely.
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Thanks!
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Even if the events of the night are innocent enough, how fortunate Miss Evans was to be found. We should all be so lucky to have a guardian angel in our darkest moments. Well done
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I don’t want this to end, you need to carry on writing- what happens next?
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Someone else has suggested this and I might just do that 😃
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I think you should. Let’s do a vote. 👍🏻
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You could feel the fer in her with every step and sound. Good story Anna. Glad she wass saved at the end.
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