Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Wordle #142 – February 13, 2017

It was zenosyne, she was sure of it. How else could she have fallen so fast and settled so softly? She wanted to scream, but no sound came from her lips. Her body separated from the chain and fell into the narrow crack of the rocks. They thought she would die from the fall. At the very least it should have snapped her ankle. But she was saved. Somehow the chain broke and saved her foot. She was free, but also wedged between the rocks. A blackbird landed close by and decided there was no food here because the human was still alive. His beak was hoping for a piece of her flesh for a tasty morsel. He cawed madly to scold her, he was so disappointed. Her captors above were looking to see if she was moving, but not wanting to climb down to investigate. Hoping they would think she was dead, she dared not move from her position. Just wait till dark she thought to herself. Then I can make my escape. She waited in pain for the sun to set. She looked up and saw no one, so started to move cautiously. A small bit at a time and she could free herself. The end of the chain still attached to her ankle provided some leverage to loosen the rock’s grip. Now was her chance. She slipped out of the narrow space and limped into the river. The cold water soothed her injuries. She would follow the river bank to the safety of her family’s campsite. https:mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com

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