“For the lucky there is always a timely intervention to help just when they need it. Oh, it’s so good to get this out after 7 days of being unable to write.”
Cabin of Hope
“Salvation!” I could see a roof wavering in my daze of dehydration.
Sweating buckets, feverish and close to passing out, I raised my bleeding hands and crawled.
Hauling my broken body through the bracken, vines and undergrowth.
The cabin was old, mossy; grown into the woods.
I fell at the weather-worn door.
“Can, I help yer?”
Four barrels swam in my vision. Shotgun. “Wa-ter!” my eyes rolled—Darkness.
I awoke in hospital days later.
When recovered, I returned to the woods to thank the man who saved me.
I found the place but the cabin and man had vanished.
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