Cabin of Hope

“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.”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompt:
Friday Fictioneers – Write a 100-word story based on the Photo Prompt image above by ©  © Alicia Jamtaas

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.

The End

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