LUCKY( A short story)

Chapter Six

Hours had past, she had fallen asleep again inside the cave. There was no way out, no food, no water, and no baby. Again, she woke up wishing this was only a dream, and that someone would soon wake her up. She now felt like an idiot thinking like that. But if one doesn't cling to hope what does one cling to? She wished that warm rat would show again. She would catch the fucking thing, and eat it. God had sent to her, after all. Or maybe a bird would fall in here.

After sometime, she looked at down at her miserable self and how dirty and torn her dress was, suddenly the cave grew darker, and the sun disappeared. She stood up, "No. please, no, no, no." But it was too late; the darkest clouds had covered the sun, "Please, god. No, no, no, no." But suddenly, she felt it fall on her head. A cold drop, the first drop of rain, and another and another and another. The cave started to fill. God what do I do? Please, god. Please what do I do? The rat, she suddenly told herself, the rat! "The Rat! The Rat!"

Desperate, wet, and blind, the girl in the yellow dress, sat on her beaten knees, and started to feel with her hands the rocky walls around her and feeling and feeling while she thought about that rat. God sent him to me! I was an idiot I didn't understand. I didn't understand. I didn't understand. But now she did. Forgive me god. Forgive me. I was such-And then she suddenly found it as her hand went thru the rocks. She found another whole, dark and strange. Th-this is where rat must have come in. T-thank you god. Thank you. The whole was however small—doubtful she could go thru it. All the same, with much thought, she went in with her arms straight, and her head inside while she pushed with her legs, shoving herself deeper and deeper into this tight whole.

She could now feel water against her feet. She could feel it falling harder, and harder. Push! Please. P-please.

"Push!"

"Push!"

"Push!"

Suddenly she felt herself falling—a short fall as she slipped free into another whole, and far beneath the earth. But this was no whole, she felt. This felt as a corridor; she could feel wind and air coming from somewhere. She started walking and then running blindly along the rough crocked walls of this rocky hall. She ran and ran and ran. Suddenly, a glimpse of light far ahead in this rotten tunnel appeared. She ran faster towards the light. She tripped and fell. She picked herself up, and ran until she gushed out out into green wet grass, clouded heavens, and dripping leaves. And then, she heard his cries.

Waa. Waa. Waa. "M-my Baby! My Baby! MY BABY!" She screamed, racing towards the voice. Waa. Waa. Waa. "I'm coming baby! I'm Coming!"

Lightening lit the wet forest, and the thunder cracked, and heavy rain poured on her, but with naked feet she ran. She would never stop now. Never. Her Baby was alive. H-he's alive. Thank you, god. T-thank you.

Waa. Waa. Waa. She heard him again, "I'm coming Baby! I'm Coming!" She ran through the mud, and leaves and rocks, "I'm coming Baby! I'm Coming!"

Waa. Waa. Waa. She was close. She could feel it. She could feel her Baby. She could almost Sammy in her arms. I-I can feel him.

Waa. Waa. Waa. She could tell that his cries were just behind a tree somewhere ahead. Oh, my god. Oh, god.

"I'm Coming! I'm—"

"Aaagh!" She screamed as she now grasped desperately for grass, and plants and dirt around the edges, but this was no cave or a whole "Aa—" before she could make another scream, the running River, she had blindly stepped into pulled her slim body and rushed and sailed with her away, and away. She couldn't even swim, the river waters were merciless playing her like a wooden doll, one moment she was gasping for air, and another she was sinking under the rushing water.

Waa. Waa. Waa. She could hear the sound of her baby fading away little by little as the river dragged her onward and onward.