The distant waterfall seemed quieter as Charlie tugged on the rope. She had been in the woods for three days. Her tummy growled as she thought of cartoon characters that used to tie belts around their bellies as if somehow it would save them from hunger.
Something woke her up last night that sounded like a train whistle and a chimpanzee. It didn’t matter. This rope trick would get her food.
Satisfied with the knot, she ducked behind the tree and waited. The woods grew quiet. A kind of quiet that made her hum to make sure she could still hear.
And then it came from behind her. That awful chimpanzee being bludgeoned by a train whistle sound. Charlie dashed out of the trees toward her rope trap. She could climb to safety. Her hand slipped on the rope and she felt it wrap around her ankle before it whisked up the tree limb. It was too fast. The rope; that noise. That wicked sound came again as Charlie hung there. She wished she had brought her gun.
Great story, flash fiction is fun! 😀
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it sure is.. thanks!
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Fun! Thanks for sharing, Darlene.
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Thanks, David.
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Wow! That sounds like a nightmare!
Great imagination~
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Thank you Susie..
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Hahahaha!! Sounds like a female Don Quixote! 🙂
Fun read.
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lol, Diane.. I hadn’t thought of that.
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Great story, Darlene. I especially liked this sentence:
“A kind of quiet that made her hum to make sure she could still hear.”
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Thank you… 🙂
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Wow, how fun is this? I’m glad I came over to see what you were up to! Now I want to know if Charlie knows the git in the woods behind her…lol!
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Thanks, Christine. 🙂
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I loved the line about humming to be sure she could hear–brilliant!
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Thanks, Joanna. That is my favorite line in the story. 🙂
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flash fiction is superb, great imagination…
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thank you!
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