LUCKY( A short story)

Chapter Eight

The rain that showered the land went away as suddenly as it came, taking with it those thick dark clouds, and setting free the stark light of the sun on the woman in the forest. She still ran half naked with the upper part of her dress flapping in the wind like a knight's cloak. The earth was wet, and muddy. The air smelt of earth and green; the scent of pine wood was ever strong in her muzzles.

Waa. Waa. Waa. Her baby boy was close. No river. No whole. No cave. Nothing will stop her, "I'm coming Baby! I'm coming!"

Waa. Waa. Waa.

"Lucky! Give me my baby! Lucky! I'm coming Baby! I'm coming. LUCKY!"

Waa. Waa. Waa.

If the forest suddenly grow quite, every being would hear her heart beat. And despite being in a river, her throat now was as dry as a desert and most sour. Her bones felt aged, and cold some were broken and others beaten if she were to sit down now, she could never get up on her feet again. But she couldn't hear him anymore. It was calm except the ruffling trees whistling with the winds. But she had just heard him. Was it all in her troubled head? Did she truly hear her baby cry? I-I did! I did. I did! He-he's close. He's close, she told herself, I-I can feel him. I can feel him. He's-he's close. My Baby's close. I can—suddenly she slammed into something shaky, but firm and unyielding. She felt confused as she stepped back from the fence. It was a rotten metal fence splitting the forest as it stretched forever in both sides. She could never climb it. It was tall, and vicious with sharp wires up stop like those of a Prison yard. She couldn't understand its purpose here in the middle of nowhere inside the woods. She felt lost, but then she realized that it was to keep the wild animals at bay; wolves, wild boars, and the like. She felt grateful that fence was here, and that those wild things were away. After all, a wolf was far worse than a dog.

"LUCKY!" She screamed again, "LUCKY!"

Waa. Waa. Waa. His voice felt so near. She started running downward along the fence. Waa. Waa. Waa. My baby. I'm coming. I'm coming. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

She stopped now and listened and listened. Her baby's voice was so close. She looked around at the trees close to her.

Waa. Waa. Waa.

Her heart almost stopped, "Baby! Ba—" And then she saw him that bull dog, LUCKY, coming from behind a pine tree. She was more vicious now. She could tear him apart. He was bigger than her, stronger than her, but she would tear his throat out. The dog would tear her arm or her foot but she would end him. He may break more bones, but she would break his neck. Or let him have a part of her. Lucky may bite, and tear off one of her breasts, but she would bit his lungs, and heart out. Let him bite. Or she would just smash his head until his brain would starts to come out of his ears and eyes. But none of that happened as the half-naked woman reached down to grab a rock Lucky simply ran. But she felt dread. Something wasn't right. "Lucky. What did you do? What did you do? LUCKY! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Ashamed, the bull dog ran, "Lucky, what did you do? What did you do to my baby? LUCKY!"

The bull dog whined and ran and ran, "LUCKY! WHAT DID YOU DO?! Oh, god. Oh, god." She felt paralyzed, and she fell to the ground. She started to crawl towards the tree where dog had come from. With tears and blood, she crawled. She put her hand now on the wrinkled side of the tree. She couldn't look behind it. She couldn't.

"LUCKY! What did you do?!" she screamed but she couldn't look. She stayed there not daring to simply look behind the tree.

Waa. Waa. H-he-he-he's alive. Her heart almost stopped, "O-o-oh, m-my god. Oh, my god." Quickly she pushed herself forward, and found him.