|(Image by Chris J. Fries, using a template from Presentation Magazine)|
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Ours was great, but as you can tell by my blogging absence over the last week -- a busy one. I apologize for taking so long to respond to the comments left on my last post, but I do want to stress that I greatly appreciate each and every one.
I will also do my best to visit many of the blogs that I haven't in the last few weeks.
But for now -- since it's another Tuesday -- let me keep my new Tuesday post idea going. I mean, I'd like to get a few more than one done before completely abandoning the idea. ;)
Here's a new, blog-exclusive 200-word story based on a recent news item. I call it "Trapped":
Dexter waited. There was nothing else left to do.
For days, he'd cried out for help, but no-one came. If anyone was looking for him, it wasn't here.
He kept attacking the rubble that surrounded him, frantically hoping to dig his way out. But there was too much of it, and it was all too heavy. He'd try, struggling and straining, until he'd collapse, defeated and exhausted. It was useless.
At the height of the storm, when the tornado began shredding his apartment, he'd panicked and fled in blind terror. At first, he'd considered himself lucky to find this corner of a building where he'd managed to survive the horrendous winds. Then the building crumbled.
Now Dexter considered it a prison, and -- after days alone, with no food and fading hope -- likely a tomb.
He waited for the inevitable.
Then he heard a voice.
Overcome with relief, he called out. The man heard, called back, and managed to get through the rubble.
But Dexter was filled with fear when he saw the man. Was the man a looter? Or worse? Dexter backed deeper into the shadows.
Then the man's gentle offer convinced Dexter.
Looters never share their hotdogs.
Thank you for reading! I'll see you again tomorrow with a new IWSG post.