As I wake I feel cold and numb all over except for a painful, thunderclap headache, everything is dark apart from a few dim blurry lights coming from the trucks back lights. I don’t know if it’s my eyes or if it’s from the dark but I can’t seem to focus my eyes on anything. I go to rub my eyes to try and clear my vision and I realise my hands are tied. I know I’m in the back of a truck and it’s cold and windy. The truck is bouncing up and down as we drive along the uneven surface, it’s making me roll around uncontrollably and I keep knocking my head on the bottom of the truck bed. I can hear shouts and leery slurs coming from the cabs open windows. That’s when I feel something heavy slam into me, something else is thumping around in the back of the truck next to me.I strain my eyes in the pitch dark to try and make out what it is, it looks like a sack, but as my eyes adjust to the dark, attached to the sack looks like some kind of blond ruffled mop of fluff or hair. Then I see a gl

This will be the last hunt before the winter hits, I really need to find a good sized antelope for butchering, Robin thinks to himself. He’s been trekking for more then half the day and is starting to loose hope of finding anything to hunt. The storm is starting to form on the horizon and it’s going to be a long trek back to the cabin.As usual Robin finds his thoughts turn to Mindy and what could have been. Even after a whole year, he still finds it hard to let go, to not think about her, and to not think about the ultimate betrayal she and his brother had done against him. Trying to concentrate on the task at hand, Robin turns his thoughts back to the hunt. Besides he's made a promise to himself that he's going to try his best not to think about them anymore. Looking up at the sky, watching as the dark clouds roll in, assessing how much time he has before he needs to turn back in order to get back to the cabin before the storm hits. “I’ll give it another half-hour then turn b

I’m tired, as the Sherif and I cook something for all of us to eat, I’m on auto pilot. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat even if the food somehow comes out edible. The Sheriff motions for me to take a seat at the table, “you’ve been through a lot today, take a seat and rest. I’ll do the cooking”. I watch as he moves around the kitchen, answering him with one word answers when he asks where the pans are or where the cups are. I feel like I can’t keep my eyes open and a heaviness takes over my body. I lay my head on my arms and close my eyes. *** I wake to quiet voices talking, “Doc, how is she? Did she make it?” I plead for information. Doc, “yes hun, I’ve done what I can for her but only time will tell if she makes it through. I have administered a pain jab that should last the night and I have her on a drip. She’s having intravenous antibiotics for any infection she might have. I am limited with the tools and medication I have here. We will have to get her to the hospital

“Ahhhh” a loud high pitched agonising scream, makes me wake with a jerk. I bump my head on the wooden armrest and topple off from my perched position on the uncomfortable two seater. Dazed and confused at first, still in that sleep slumber, “ow! damn it!", I rub the back of my head where I just knocked it. Suddenly I realise where the scream came from and I stumble-run straight for the bedroom. I fall into the room with a crash. Doc turns in her chair with a “shhh”, she’s holding the girls hand and humming a song, while stroking her arm gently. Doc to me, “it was a nightmare”, she says as if it was of no concern. The girl opens her eyes when she realises Doc is speaking to someone other then her. At first she has surprise on her expression. The Sheriff comes in looking just as surprised, “what’s all the commotion about?”. We all look at the girl, she in turn is looking at us. She looks to me and says in a weak voice, “you...put lip balm...on my chafed lips?” I give her

“Barry, my love!” Callie squeals and runs up to a handsome man. She throws her arms around his neck in an excitable embrace. He looks like he could do with a hair cut and his beard is one of those scraggly, messy types that get left to grow without being shaped or trimmed for tidiness. He may not look like a million bucks, but the car he is driving sure means he’s got money, just like Callie said. He gives Callie a big old hug and grabs her arse with a squeeze, “hello baby, I’ve missed you sooo much!” He turns to me after their embrace and smiles with a lovely genuine smile that immediately makes me feel relaxed, and I can now see what Callie sees in him. Hmm, she normally has terrible taste in men, but going against my better judgement, I kind of think they might just work as a couple. They are kind of cute together. I know I’m dreaming, but, Oh, what a wonderful dream this is...... I can feel the happiness radiating from Callie, she is positively beaming a