facing the enemy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Today would be a day of victory. With my backpack tightly hugging my body, I set onto the land that nearly took my life. Hesistation kicked in as I took those first steps onto hard rocky soil. I stilled myself and inhaled cool crisp air, my eyes taking in the tall pine trees ahead, a beautiful palate of orange, yellow, and green. The sky was a mild blue accented by soft gray clouds and a sliver of orange light peeking through.

"Today is the day, no turning back, just stay the course." I adjusted the bag on my back and continued on determined to keep my promise.

It took me 917 days to finally come back and face my enemy. I told myself this was the year I'd do it, I'd come back to the place that nearly stole my life, and I'd do it alone, even if that meant actual death this time. Though if I was honest, I'd already been mostly dead for the past three years.

I had spent five and half days fighting off death, lost and alone with a busted leg, sharp shooting pains sending me in and out of consciousness. When I was found, I was dehydrated, weak, and wouldn't have survived another 24 hours. I came face-to-face with death and though it left behind my physical body, it murdered my spirit.

***

A lonely tear fell down my cheek as I set foot to the top of the mountain for the first time. Another deep breath as an overwhelming mix of relief and joy spread through my chest. I allowed myself a moment to enjoy the beauty and magic of the mountainscape as I basked in my victory.


Submitted: September 14, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Nathalie EJ Clair. All rights reserved.

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