Finding Asylum
08-26-2013, 09:38 AM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Orica drank - probably too much. She let her belly swell with the life giving water until she had to pray it wouldn't burst. Why in the world had the Creator made such a cursed place as this? And how could the little stray lizards she'd seen survive here? She wouldn't strain her mind trying to unravel life's mysteries. Not today. Her head hurt too much. All she could do was remain there on her belly, blessing the shade of the palms and the coolness of the water. She wasn't going to die. She wasn't going to die. It was amazing. She hadn't really reconsidered it much - not in all of it's weight and seriousness. But it was true - that could've killed her. She almost died of heat out there. She very well would have if not for her dear cousin and the kind stranger. The stranger! She looked over. Cross was helping him now at least. And he was able to stand - that was a good sign. "Are you alright?" she asked of the stranger - wanting desperately to stand and go over and see for herself, but finding she had not the strength. "What's you name?" she asked instead, after she had waited a bit of time. |