Life sucked. Why make it harder than it ever needed to be? Turning around and heading home would’ve been the better deal. Life was beating her ass. Apparently, her luck was all spent after her miraculous leap. The miracle didn’t seem so sparkly and cool now. Her night was spent awakening to the gnawing pain in her front paw; laying in the burn and holding in the cries. Finally, she was all alone. This is what she apparently wanted.
Morning peaked behind a dull light hidden behind dark clouds that gifted her a morning shower. A cold one. Canary’s eyes pinched and braced as she stumbled from the mountain’s forest. Her paw clutched to her chest like an admission of shock or disgrace.
Canary kept it moving, hobbling along. Her maw hung open in a hard pant. She paused every now and then to drink from small, dirty puddles. The mud slowed her down in a slow, suctioning pop. She believed she’d get there eventually, limping through the mud, to the larger pool of frozen water. The girl knew she was out in the open with her stupid ankle in the stupid rain and where her stupid idea brought her.
But, fresh water? That’s where she’d start.
Morning peaked behind a dull light hidden behind dark clouds that gifted her a morning shower. A cold one. Canary’s eyes pinched and braced as she stumbled from the mountain’s forest. Her paw clutched to her chest like an admission of shock or disgrace.
Canary kept it moving, hobbling along. Her maw hung open in a hard pant. She paused every now and then to drink from small, dirty puddles. The mud slowed her down in a slow, suctioning pop. She believed she’d get there eventually, limping through the mud, to the larger pool of frozen water. The girl knew she was out in the open with her stupid ankle in the stupid rain and where her stupid idea brought her.
But, fresh water? That’s where she’d start.