Continued from last week.

She reached for the piece she had bumped into, and dragged it close enough so that she could put it carefully on top of her little fire, where the flames could lick at the few dry curls of bark. Once it caught, she dragged half a dozen more branches back on hands and knees. Finally her sense of urgency eased, and she shook out the air blanket, wrapped it around herself, and lay down as close as she dared to the fire.

She ached all over, she found once she was no longer moving. For a while she kept reliving the day – the sudden cutoff of Roi’s mental voice, the shock as she struck the cold river water, and her frantic efforts to protect her head as she was carried helplessly through the rapids. She could not remember dragging herself out of the river onto this bar, and she must have lain here for hours.

Tourist Trap is now available from Barnes and Noble and from Amazon. Please consider reviewing it on either. This is near the end of this scene, and after next week I’ll start doing excerpts from WIP.

Other Six Sentence Sunday excerpts: