I hear them call my name.

Or am I just imagining it. At this point, I hardly know. Perhaps my desperate mind has started hallucinating… like seeing a mirage in the desert.

At least the cold has reduced. But then I think back to all those movies. The victims always stop feeling cold when they are about to die. Maybe I’m dying… This is it… The end. Yet I feel no fear. No panic. I feel nothing. I’m standing on the outside looking at this stranger. Look people, here she is.

The leaves rustle again. I’m too exhausted to even look.    

Image by Bikurgurl

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Written in response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday 171 prompt

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