At last a sign that someone was looking for me.
I managed to wave my red jacket in the air before I was pulled to the ground.
Was it enough for the search plane to see me? It continued flying and disappeared beyond the horizon.
Three weeks I’ve been held now, without explanation. The ropes excoriated.
We walked on and came to the shore of a lake. On the far bank the seaplane was moored.
My heart leapt. Salvation.
I saw my captor greet the pilot. Newfound hope died. They exchanged money.
My new owner beckoned me on board.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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