The Top in Fiction team launched Pentober today, a daily prompt designed for handwritten compositions through the month of October. The last time I participated I shattered my collarbone and had to abandon the project. I may handwrite some pieces, but probably not.
10/01 (note: I’ve been sick for a week, so no promises that this is any good!)
Fog
Stacy pulled her hand away from her head and looked blankly at the blood on her fingers. She wasn’t certain where she was for a moment until she felt the snuffling of her dog around her wound. Then she remembered. It was late. And foggy. And she needed to get home.
She tried to sit up, but her head swam with the effort. She rolled to one side and heard a crunch followed by searing pain from her shoulder to her fingertips. The dog licked her face and whined for her to move, but Stacy was frozen in place by pain. Everything hurt. Her head, her shoulder, her knees. She closed her eyes, hoping to clear the cobwebs from her mind so she could think.
When the dog let out a loud bark, Stacy startled to awareness. Everything around her was blurry and foggy, like she was looking through a smudged camera lens. She was able to pull herself to a seated position now, but she could feel blood pulsing from her head and hear it dripping on the sidewalk beneath her. The dog barked again and Stacy looked up.
In the mist that thickened with every moment, Stacy saw a figure walking toward her with its hand held out. It wasn’t beckoning but rather seemed to be offering assistance. As it neared, she noted that it wore a gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled tightly over its head. Stacy couldn’t tell whether the figure was male or female, but it was strong enough to pick her up and carry her back through the fog from which it had come.
The dog kept barking.
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Hope you feel better soon! If it matters, you’re not alone in the sickness department.