Flash Fiction: The Well

Sand footprint

OK, I couldn’t resist doing another 100 word story for Chuck Wendig‘s flash fiction challenge.

(Click here to read the first one)

So, here it is – story number two…

 

The Well

 

She limped along, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the searing pain in her left shin. The blood had congealed, so she was no longer bleeding.

She used a branch as a makeshift walking stick, leaning onto it so as not to aggravate the wound.

The bucket she carried seemed to get progressively heavier, feeling after a time as though it were filled with boulders. She had twice felt as though her shoulder had dislocated.

The merciless, relentless sun beat down on her emaciated frame, reminding her of the thirsty children awaiting her return.

She’d walked two miles.

Two more to go.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Well

  1. Ok, she’s in some dire straits! I want to hear more about what go her, and the children, into this predicament.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s