Hiding

I was just surviving at this point. The swampy water swelled in boot deep and smelled something awful. The nights were warm and humid. It was the only time I ventured out of my jungle shelter. In the distance, I  could hear the noise of tanks and artillery. I checked to make sure they were heading in a different direction before I set out to find food. I could let either side find me. One would imprison, torture, and kill me; the other would send me home to prison. I’ll choose death over going back home to that crazy bitch.

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Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #310

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5 thoughts on “Hiding

  1. deanabo says:

    How does one choose between two things they dislike so much? Terrific.

  2. Bee says:

    Wow, there are some really strong, powerful emotions here. And the imagery is wonderful!

  3. barbara says:

    surviving sometimes depends on the ability to not care which side wins – this is good.

  4. Sarah Ann says:

    Very powerful. That last line raises a whole heap of questions…

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