Now, she woke up stiff in pain as she opened her eyes to the dim rocks, and the pouring sunlight from that crocked whole far high, and further above reach. She was still in that rotten cave. Before opening her eyes, the girl wished, she prayed that this was only a dream, and soon someone would come, and wake her up from this nightmare. And then she'd have her baby in her arms again, and she'd touch his little nose, and he'd laugh and giggle. She wished.
The wound in the back of her head had long dried with stiff hair, and mud around it. She took a long breath, and tried to push herself up, and onto her naked beaten feet. Even now, standing the mouth of the cave above was far away still. She tried to climb against the rough rock with her hands, and feet, but each time she slipped and fell again, and again. She was no rock climber. And those were no rock one could climb on; rough here, smooth there, and ever so slippery. All the same, she tried again and again. She fell down and tried again and yet again. But she knew, she couldn't go on like this forever, climbing and falling, climbing and falling—eventually, she would break and arm or a leg and then she would truly rot inside this cave. She sat down against the rock and looked up, and prayed, please god. P-please, let me out of here. Please, god. M-my baby. My baby needs me. She prayed more, O-or-or save him. Just save him. Send someone to him. L-let someone find my baby. Please, god. P-please. I—"Agh!" she screamed, and stood at once as she felt something alive, and warm brush beside her naked toes. Breathless, she tried to see what it was, but it was dark, and hard to glimpse anything, but she felt it. I felt it. I felt I swear. I felt-"Agh!" she jumped in fright, "It-it's rat. It's rat! Get away! Get away!"
She was already in a world of pain, and horror. And now a rodent sniffing at her feet wanting to bite a toe, or finger, "Get away! Get away!" she threw whatever she could find at her side, rocks, and rotten branches, and dust, "Get away!"
She had prayed for God's help and aide, and he had sent a hungry rat trying to bite her, and cause her more pain than she already had. Defeated, she sat down in the dirt again, and looked at the sky. She was feeling hungry now; she hadn't eat for so long. Her stomach was growling. Did god actually send me that rat to eat, so that I do not starve to death? She wondered, did he? Should I have caught it instead? Am I an idiot? More than hungry she was feeling thirsty. She had woken up with her throat dry and sour. She had seen dark clouds when she was in the Park, perhaps it would rain, and she would drink plenty, she hoped. No, she hoped not, No, no, no as she looked at the rocky whole she was in, she knew that the rain would not only quench her thirst but also drown her. After all she was in a whole, and the whole would fill with rain water. God, no. No, no, no. Please, no.
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LUCKY( A short story)
Mistério / SuspenseSarah is a twenty one years old single mother. In a late afternoon in the town's park, she gets approached by a lone stray dog. She shows him kindness, and in return, he snatches her one year old baby, and drags him to the forest.
