"Help", she cried, in a whisper. It was no use to waste any energy.
Night was falling fast and no one would see her now in this musty, leafy ditch.
She tried to move her legs,
but the lack of circulation made it impossible.
Luckily, she could lift up her head and move her fingers.
If you have your own 55 get out of the ditch and go tell the G-Man at Mr. Know-It-All.
14 comments:
yikes...hope someone finds her before its too late...nice 55. this was not a cry for help was it...are you in a ditch and sending an sos by blog post? smiles.
now that one needs a follow up 55
pleez
I feel the despair from here
smiles from the Moon
I agree, we need more.... a follow-up.
Very good 55. A tease....
PG
NOPE....
It was Perfect!
Always leave em hanging I say!
Loved your 55 Lulda Dear.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
That's so sad.
i do hope with all my heart that someone will find and rescue her before she drowns..
Yikes, that was a a scary one. You managed to describe true terror with just a few lines.
Have a great Friday;)
xoxo
Ahh, if you can move your fingers, that's a good sign.
Gruesome tho, and sad. I hope I never end up like that.
This brings to mind some of the horrible stories I read recently in a book about serial killers.
(Shudder!)
WORD VERIFICATION: polse
DEFINITION: the rhythmic beat one feels when holding onto a subway car handle.
Scary!
Oh, I so hope you're going to tell us what happens! Great 55.
Teresa
I hope is is able to escape somehow!
Oh, no, I can't breath. Wonderful, scary 55.
oh my, that's a bit dire!
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