Just imagine
As night approached I hobbled my two donkeys and set up camp. After beans and bacon swilled down with coffee, I drifted into a uneasy sleep. As usual the terrors that plague me returned. Years of military service had left their scars.
In the pitch dark I felt the splatter of blood across my face and the slash of a knife across my shoulder.
But this was Colorado, flicking on my torch I found that my tent had blown down and rain was washing my face. So where were my two beasts and why was my shoulder bleeding.
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Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you
Absolutely, but I like to think that is this case it was the storm that was out to get his tent.
Oh dear. Nothing like PTSD to keep you in terror. But to wake up and see that it is not over, must be twice as terrifying.
Absolutely, but I like to think that is this case it was the storm that was out to get his tent. Whilst perhaps his two companions the donkeys had nibbled on the tent guy ropes 🙂
A serious issue with a dark twist. Nice one Michael.
Thank you Iain, I was a bit slow off the mark with this one, as I wanted to use the darkness of night time.
A nightmare become reality. Nice one.
Thank you Sandra, I was a bit slow off the mark with this one, as I wanted to use nightmares and the darkness of night time.
Not the ending I was expecting – nor he I suspect.
My story – Gail’s Gazebo!
Very true Keith, I was a slow off the mark with this one, whilst I thought how to use the darkness of night time.
Dear Michael,
PTSD and reality meet. Nicely written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, I was a slow off the mark with this one, whilst I considered how to use the darkness of night time.
What a harrowing story. Hope he finds his critters unhurt.
I believe that the donkeys are safe, they where spooked by the tent shifting.
🙂
You are having a bad time. Your mind is stressed and your possessions are being robbed. Now you have to go find your donkeys with a bleeding shoulder and in the middle of rain.
It is was good, hopefully his luck will improve. Thank you Abhijit
A good story with great description, Michael. That story can go one of two ways. His shoulder could have been cut by the falling tent or something scarier. A reading today is colored by the things we read and see on TV. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you Suzanne, I decided to leave his shoulder injury to the readers imagination. It was easier with the tight word limit.
Very powerful. Great read.
Thank you
I think his adventure is just beginning. Good writing!
I hope that it becomes a more positive adventure
Poor guy. PTSD a difficult condition. Well done.
Thank you so much Tannille