The cool water from the brook helps to quench my thirst
But I am exhausted from the heat and the travel and fall asleep in the grass
I wake to the sound of a horse’s gallop but I am too weak to look up.
I feel the strong arms of a man raise me up and I am helpless to fight it
“I’ve come to take you home, Rose” he says.
I try to open my eyes to see who this man is that knows my name but the sun is too bright.
He takes me inside a small cabin and lays me down
“But first we must get you well”
This week’s photo: Copyright: Piya Singh
I have not missed a Friday Fictioneer since I started over two years ago. I thought this week would be my first. I am suffering from a kidney stone that is leaving me weak, in pain and drugged up. This is my second lucid moment in over 24 hours so typed this out. It’s a bit cliche but given my state of mind I hope you will forgive me that.