by pparker » Thu Feb 02, 2023 10:45 am
Snappers name:
Gladys
Story: (remove if youre not doing the prompt)
gladys prys her eyes open. the crust gives away easy enough, and any other morning she would find it foul. however, today, she is just grateful for life and any sign of her body doing things a living being should do.
yesterday was a blur. she had left her home, as she does every morning. sun shining, morning dew, birds chirping; all signs of a good morning.
gladys takes a moment to fear that, in retrospect, it was the
last good morning she will ever have.
she hikes the familiar path she always hikes, picking aromatic herbs along the way. gladys is a doctor in these parts. all the moles, cats, squirrels, among many other patients, in this forested area are fond of her gentleness and warm voice.
one more step. SWISH... THEN PAIN. oh the pain! it hit all at once. she must have slipped, rocks scrape her face, her legs.. she squeezes her eyes closed as she falls deeper, deeper. bumping into things on the way down. and she lands. she cant move. her eyes try to flutter open, her heart beats in her ears. and OH, THE PAIN. SHE WILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKES IT STOP.
she holds onto her life by a thread. the smallest, tiniest thread you cna imagine. out of the corner of her eye it glows. a flower.
she isnt sure what compelled her that day, but she reaches her arm out and is able to grab a petal. she drags it through the mud towards her mouth. she eats. and it all goes black.
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gladys' eyes shoot open. still in the pit. she takes a deep, deep breath. her heart is no longer beating, but despite this she is alive. ALIVE. ALIVE. and all she knows is that whatever that flower is... she needs more. she needs it to live. she makes everyday healing medicines, elixirs, and potions for everyone. this time, she needs to make one for herself.