Loud scraping invaded her sleep.

Slowly regaining consciousness, something dragged up her back and pulverized her head.

She screamed…but it was muffled.

She was blind in a black cloud.

Sticks snapped, leaves were tussled, and a whooshing sound of scraping nylon roared around her.

She couldn’t move.

Another painful blow, this time to the tail bone.

She screamed.

A zipper snagged her hair.

Then, with a great lurch, her stomach turned inside out.

The wind thundered past her.


She clamored to escape and found only rocks.

So she laid to rest in her sleeping bag, one last time…



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