Stranded

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via Daily Prompt: Smoke

Stranded

Stranded.

Stranded.

Stranded.

She paces in the woods as nature starts to come alive in the night.

Her battery is slowly dying at five percent.

One bar had her looking like the Statue of Liberty.

She runs out of ideas.

She sent smoke signals in the air.

She looks into the night sky to see no stars or moon.

The smog is so thick that her air signals dissipate into the blackness.

The night creatures watch her with glowing eyes.

Hoot. Hoot. Hoot.

A howl to the moon.

Stranded.

Stranded.

Stranded.

She paces in the woods as a light appears in the distance.

She covers her eyes from the brightness of the headlights.

She hears a familiar voice ask, “Are you stranded?”

The voice moves closer as the lights become dimmer.

As the voice becomes a familiar face, she hears the echoes of her childhood play.

She was stranded.

She was stranded.

She was stranded in her mind and the familiar voice was her at age nine.

Stranded.

Stranded.

Stranded.

The words that flew out of her mouth like birds released from a cage as the police questioned the younger her, while she was in a daze.

Covered in warmth, she responded with quivers-

Stepmother.

Abandoned.

In the woods.

No room.

Stranded.

Stranded.

Stranded.

S.C.Downey (@humblebirdlove)

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