Thanks to Priceless Joy for this week’s picture prompt (photo credit: Ady)
Friend or Foe?
Carrying all of their worldly possessions in a backpack and as much food and water as they could, the small group crept through the long grass to the muddy river bank. As the new day dawned they set sail, leaving death and destruction behind.
The price of freedom was high. With empty stomachs screaming for food, parched throats and skin; blistered and peeling, they aimlessly drifted on the open sea for many days.
Had they narrowly escaped the claws of death on land, only to succumb to its smothering embrace at sea?
A humming sound…
A flash in the distance…
An hallucination or at long last, another boat?
A glimpse of hope, cheers of elation, knots twisting in their stomachs.
Afraid to encounter the occupants; friend or foe?
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