In The Wild

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short non-fiction story.

Submitted: September 20, 2018

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Submitted: September 20, 2018



A chilly wind brought the smell of petrol to my nose. It seemed to sweep dry leaves and sand in its wake. I was spitting like a snake firing its venom at an enemy.

I had no idea where I was. My body was as cold and stiff as an ice cube. My head ached and pounded like water crashing against rocks in the rapids of a river. I could see nothing because my eyelids seemed to be glued together.

I rubbed my face with my rigid hands and as I did so something peeled off, painfully.

I tried to turn onto my left side. Impossible. I wanted to scream and shout for help. Instead, I said a short prayer.

“Lord, you can’t abandon me now...,” I said, “I’ve always trusted you...”

More silence, except for croaking frogs I could now make out, descended on me.

After several attempts, I managed to prise my eyelids away from each other - one eye at a time. Acute pain raced across my forehead like a shooting star. Blood.

Birds were now chirping as if competing for my attention. I saw the sun appear over the horizon. It was at that moment I saw that I was almost completely surrounded by water.

My clothes were shredded. One shoe was missing. I was almost as naked as a frog. Only the t-shirt I was wearing under my shirt seemed to be intact.

From where I was I could see my car on its back. The accident had modified its shape, but its blue color was identifiable beneath the mud.

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