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ds_flashfiction2003-05-19 03:14 pm
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another one
it's much shorter, though. and a little strange. oh, well.
The snow was falling ever heavier, obscuring my vision, obscuring the trail I followed. Darkness was fast approaching, the wind was picking up, and I had been forced to abandon my supplies late yesterday afternoon. It seemed as if nature itself was conspiring against me.
Even though death seemed a certainty, I knew I would press onwards. I would make the arrest, or I would die. ‘Determined, tenacious, a true Fraser’, my father would say. ‘You’d cut off your nose to spite your face,’ would be my grandmother’s opinion. Pride, tenacity, stupidity – whatever it was that drove me, I knew that I would not quit, not as long as I had breath in my body.
Suddenly, there she was. Curled into a tight ball, huddling from the whipping wind in the lea of a cliff, she looked more like a beaten animal than a hardened criminal. Still, I approached her slowly, cautiously.
Somehow, she must have heard me. She lifted her head, flinging a heavy curtain of hair off her face. She turned to face me, and as her dark eyes met mine, I felt my heart stutter in my chest, my breath caught, and then. . .
Everything changed.
200 words
The snow was falling ever heavier, obscuring my vision, obscuring the trail I followed. Darkness was fast approaching, the wind was picking up, and I had been forced to abandon my supplies late yesterday afternoon. It seemed as if nature itself was conspiring against me.
Even though death seemed a certainty, I knew I would press onwards. I would make the arrest, or I would die. ‘Determined, tenacious, a true Fraser’, my father would say. ‘You’d cut off your nose to spite your face,’ would be my grandmother’s opinion. Pride, tenacity, stupidity – whatever it was that drove me, I knew that I would not quit, not as long as I had breath in my body.
Suddenly, there she was. Curled into a tight ball, huddling from the whipping wind in the lea of a cliff, she looked more like a beaten animal than a hardened criminal. Still, I approached her slowly, cautiously.
Somehow, she must have heard me. She lifted her head, flinging a heavy curtain of hair off her face. She turned to face me, and as her dark eyes met mine, I felt my heart stutter in my chest, my breath caught, and then. . .
Everything changed.
200 words
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