Sharon L Reddy
This story was begun as response to a challenge by my friend, Ginny. Could I write a story that had very little dialogue? I decided one person, alone, was a good way to start.
Life had suddenly gotten complicated. Survival was no longer probable. He needed to think and move fast and all he could think about was how much moving hurt. He didn't know where he was, but he knew where he was. He was in the deep Starscrape mountains and summer would be gone before he could find a way through them. He rolled over and looked at the sky. It was a few seconds before he could see anything else. He had to lift his head and that took strength. He had to build it first.
He was in an alpine meadow. It was actually low enough to have trees at the lower end. It would have been nice if it had offered shelter. It didn't. One did not shelter in the forests if one didn't have a very sturdy shelter or a good weapon one was good with. College boy from a nice family, smart boy. And then Hell had come. He'd won a debate and a trophy.