#Writephoto – Copper

Roberta Writes

The surrounding trees, robed in the magnificent colours of autumn, reflected within the dark depths of the girl’s eyes as she gazed up at him. She was young, only thirteen years old and her face still had the cherubic look of childhood despite the reddening of her eyes and the unnatural whiteness of her skin.

The unexpected and fast moving flash flood had swept away the light wooden bridge she was crossing. In a tumult of debris she had plunged into the water and her legs had become trapped by fallen poles.

He had come across her hours later and considered it a miracle that she had survived the fall. Without the necessary tools he was unable to pull her free and he watched in horrified desperation as the water crept higher.

She knew she was going to die and had come to terms with it, whispering her goodbyes to…

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