Finding Asylum
07-31-2013, 03:40 PM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Meanwhile: Orica was scared. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Sand wasn't supposed to stretch on this far! It was supposed to mean that rare tropical plants were nearby, not that you were walking into a death trap. The two kids had gotten about as lost as was possible for wolves. And with the sand churning every so often to hide paw prints, the acrid air killing their noses, and the blinding sunlight searing their eyes, it was impossible to find their way back! Orica had dropped out first. She was smaller. She had a black coat that attracted the sun like a magnet. She'd collasped and for a long time she had known absolutely nothing. But then she'd awoken and she was being dragged through the sand. Cross, dear Cross had started dragging her. Her boy bodyguard had pulled her into the shade of a jutting brown rock (after snapping up and killing a snake that had been inside) and there he'd said words that Orica strained to remember. "Just hold on.... Wait here... I'll find water." He knew she couldn't move, so he'd gone on to find help or shelter or water. But how could that be? Dread had begun creeping into Orica's heart, but her throat was too dry for her to voice her fears even if she'd wanted. All she could do was lay there in shade that was still hot enough to fry an egg, and pray that somehow her cousin would return to her. ... She didn't want to die alone. |
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