Torment 3
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1 min readSep 22, 2017
Part Three of a 100-word drabble that is turning into a series.
You can catch up with Part One and Part Two
High on the rock ledge I’m curled up in the foetal position, a red-hot knife slices into my shoulder every time I move.
It’s freezing, my breath forms a mist in the air, even so sweat forms on my brow. I rollover, a scream echoes around the canyon.
Was that me?
Silence.
The moon casts a soft light, shadows trick the eyes. Do I see a goat track winding up the canyon wall?
Headlights shine into the night sky. An engine roars, wheels slip on loose gravel. A vehicle stops, my heart races with excitement.
I shout.
