The surrounding trees, robed in the magnificent colours of autumn, reflected within the dark depths of the girl’s eyes as she gazed up at him. She was young, only thirteen years old and her face still had the cherubic look of childhood despite the reddening of her eyes and the unnatural whiteness of her skin.
The unexpected and fast moving flash flood had swept away the light wooden bridge she was crossing. In a tumult of debris she had plunged into the water and her legs had become trapped by fallen poles.
He had come across her hours later and considered it a miracle that she had survived the fall. Without the necessary tools he was unable to pull her free and he watched in horrified desperation as the water crept higher.
She knew she was going to die and had come to terms with it, whispering her goodbyes to her mother and brother in a rasping voice as the water lapped at her chin. She lifted her hand, the skin shriveled and puckered from being submerged in water for so many hours, and waved gently at him. Her strength was fading
The acceptance and lack of expectation of survival in her brown orbs broke his heart. There was nothing he could do to help her.
The water covered her mouth and then her nose. He knew she was dead when the bubbles stopped.
A bright copper leaf fell from a tree and swirled around her crown, before bobbing away like a small boat, free to go where it wanted.
Written for Sue Vincent’s weekly write photograph challenge. You can join in here: https://scvincent.com/2019/10/03/thursday-photo-prompt-copper-writephoto/
That was fantastic Robbie, so sad and raw but beautiful in it’s own way 💜
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Thank you, Willow. A rather tragic death.
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Yes indeed 💜💜
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Wow! Beautiful, yet sad.
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Thank you, Joan.
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Oh my gosh, what a vivid tale. Compelling. Love the lone leaf…
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Thanks Annette, it was intended to create a contrast with its freedom and the girl being trapped.
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That did it in a poignant and innocent fashion
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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Thanks for sharing, Ed
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Beautifully written and suitably unsettling for #31daysofhalloween!
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Thank you, John. My writing on this blog does tend towards the dark and dystopian
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You have a gift for it – I loved the breadth of your talent!
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Thank you, John. Hugs
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Indescribably sad, Robbie… and beautifully written…
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Thank you, ladies. it is horribly sad.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for sharing.
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Loved the juxtaposition of the beautiful autumn day and the loss of the young girl- haunting ❤
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Thank you, Jacquie. I am learning from all you masters.
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Tragic… and would have left such a scar…
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You are right about that, Sue. Your prompts will be the starting point for each of the horror short stories I am currently working on. That is why they are all so dark.
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Ah…
Well, I feel rather honoured, Robbie, to play even a small part in that process.
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What a tragedy, so beautifully told.
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Thank you, Andrea. The accidental death of a child is always heart wrenching.
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So sad. Wonderfully written, but so sad.
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Yes, it is sad, Dan. Thanks for reading
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Very sad, yet beautifully told.
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Thank you, Mae. It is sad.
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This is really great – I felt all of the emotions. Chilling…
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Thank you, Barbara. It is very sad.
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What a beautiful piece of writing, Robbie! I love the symbolism of the falling leaf.
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Thank you, Pete. I am so pleased you appreciated the falling leaf.
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Horror and sadness together. What fortitude the narrator had to keep her company in her hopeless situation. (K)
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Rather a terrible position to be in Kerfe.
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Yes.
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Whoa, powerful piece Robbie. Sad, beautiful, haunting.
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Thank you, Jessica
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Beautifully written and very sad.
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Thank you, Denise. It is sad.
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Such a sad story, beautifully told, Robbie. They were both resigned to her fate.
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Thank you, Norah. I scooped this comment out of my spam folder today so apologies for the late response.
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I’ve been getting a lot of spam lately, Robbie. I had over 400 today (3 days worth) so didn’t check them all as I usually do. I hope there weren’t any genuine comments in there. There are not often but I’d hate to delete them. However 400 is too many to check in one go. Thank you for pulling my comment out. I’m pleased you got to read it. 🙂
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I am also getting a great deal of spam lately, Norah. It seems to come in waves.
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It’s been frustrating lately. WordPress puts it in the spam comment folder. I think they used to get rid of it and I didn’t have to make the decision. Now it’s 100 or more each day to check. Grrr!
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I am finding they are putting real comments in there too SIGH! It makes so much more work for us.
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It does. Joint *sigh*.
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So moving, so sad, and beautifully written, Robbie. This was gripping. You captured the helplessness perfectly.
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Thank you, Diana. Your comments means a lot to me.
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My please, Robbie. A great read with just the perfect selection of details to create a moving piece.
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This reminds me of what I have heard about flash floods/ monsoons where the unaware can be caught and swept away. Like the land fall of great winds in hurricanes and tornadoes.
I remember being so cold once that I thought I might freeze. But I wasn’t trapped under rising water…
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It is a horrible thought, isn’t it. Most of my pieces are based on fact.
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