‘She’s tenacious, a fighter, we’re not giving up hope.’
It was nice of him, but I could see he didn’t believe it.
She had finally met her match.
It had been a week without a sign of her.
I wrapped myself against the cold.
The search would resume when the storm cleared, but now they were looking for a body.
The mountain would not give her up. Nature could be tenacious as well.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Tenacious. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers.
Very good , once again ended with a powerful line!
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Thank you 🙂
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I agreee joy!
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He is good at doing that!
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Thanks
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A gloomy prospect, when it’s man vs. nature. Nicely penned, Iain.
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Thanks Dora
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Occasionally a miracle occurs and nature shows its more caring side.
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There’s always a glimmer of hope.
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Dear Iain,
Hoping for a miracle in his future. However…well written in any event.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
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Powerful last lines, Iain. I too am hoping for a miracle.
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Thank you
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Well
Done Lain
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Thank you
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