“Took me into the jungle. The sights were incredible.” And this man, a true beacon of hope; she latched onto it when her fingers couldn’t move; but her heart could. “A saddle, yes!” The attempt at a laugh crackled through her chest, muffled by a wheeze. “I haven’t ridden before. It was a treat.” Maybe that’s why she’d been so enticed, so moved, so quickly tricked and deceived. Maybe she’d be able to again someday.
That she was one of the few to make it back – though clearly not well and whole – startled her for a moment, eyes widening, staring blankly at the canopy again.
To take her to? Would he be kind enough to carry her? Or heal her? “Oh, my dad!” Another striving for a smile, thinking of her elderly father. “I’m all he has left. By the docks.”
That she was one of the few to make it back – though clearly not well and whole – startled her for a moment, eyes widening, staring blankly at the canopy again.
To take her to? Would he be kind enough to carry her? Or heal her? “Oh, my dad!” Another striving for a smile, thinking of her elderly father. “I’m all he has left. By the docks.”
