Focus

Anonymous
100 Words

So she lay there, tired and listless. Her bones felt like cement—immobile.

“Where… am I?” She didn’t recognize her own voice. Crackling.

The fire in the corner was too far away.

She was freezing.

Nobody answered her. She saw there were tears streaming down the faces of two. There were four in total.

“Where…. Where…. Where am I?”

More tears. Silence.

She remembered the bus. The children, screaming. Was it all a dream? She focused so hard her pupils hurt. Her hand wouldn’t move.

Please, she prayed, let me move my hand.

She did.

And she felt the pinch.

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