Thursday photo prompt: Clouded #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape of green moorland and hills, with a pool of water near rocks in the foreground and a heavy bank of white cloud rolling in and masking the horizon.

The hills rolled on forever, dark foreboding. Clouds rolling in from the west carried rain or worse, snow, she could smell it. The whole of the land was shrouded in fear. It had been days since she had seen another living being of her kind and she could not dismiss the feeling that she alone.

There was no way out she had tried. The hills became too steep, the river too fast and the boarder along the eastside too heavily guarded by humans. There was no escape while she was in this wounded condition. Eventually she would run out of places to hide and they would find her.

Slowly she turned and padded back to the cave, she would have her pups in a few weeks and by the time they were grown and strong enough she would be able to lead them out of this place . Her strength would have returned and her wounds healed.

For now this was her prison and her sanctuary , she was safe for now how ever clouded her future .

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #witephoto.

54 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Raven
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 14:00:36

    A* writing Willow, great read

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  2. Frank Hubeny
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 14:32:21

    I like the link between prison and sanctuary at the end.

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  3. Ritu
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 14:43:19

    Wonderfully penned, sis 🥰

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  4. Sadje
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 14:44:07

    Very interesting story Willow

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  5. Shweta Suresh
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 15:23:18

    Beautiful penned, Willow. This reminded me of J K Rowling’s latest work – The Ickabog.

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  6. Sisyphus47
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 15:36:56

    Beautiful! You took the obverse interpretation to mine: I thought it was us who were “replaced”! 🙂

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  7. robertawrites235681907
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 16:18:58

    Very nice, Willow.

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  8. Sue Vincent
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 16:42:08

    Many find their sanctuary a prison…but sometimes they are just places to await the right time. Lovely piece, Willow xx

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  9. Mr. Ohh's Sideways View
    Aug 13, 2020 @ 21:50:29

    Great writing Willow It looks like the entrance to the mystic land of Byrn. Where the fair folk fly by night casting spells of joy so the world will wake a new perhaps with a fewer problems and a few more baby smiles

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  10. TanGental
    Aug 14, 2020 @ 06:08:39

    So very sad

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  11. kittysverses
    Aug 14, 2020 @ 12:45:26

    You’ve beautifully penned this, Willow. 🙂

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  12. Betty Hayes Albright
    Aug 14, 2020 @ 20:59:48

    A lovely and poignant piece of writing, Willow. Tears at the heartstrings. 💗💗💗

    Reply

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  14. kimbladeswritingblog
    Aug 15, 2020 @ 13:58:32

    Hi Willow. A great short story. Prisons can be sanctuaries for those without any where else to go.

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  15. Nima Mohan
    Aug 15, 2020 @ 18:06:07

    This story is beautifully written Willow.
    The last line though stands out when prison and sanctuary are linked !!

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  16. OIKOS™-Publishing
    Aug 15, 2020 @ 20:54:12

    Yes, the link between prison and sanctuary is famous,Willow. Love it. Enjoy your weekend. Michael

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  17. Lisa Coleman
    Aug 23, 2020 @ 14:43:55

    Well written Willow! In the beginning, I wasn’t sure who or what “she” was. Thanks for not leaving us hanging. Still wondering though… if “she” is a wolf (coyote) or domestic dog who was abused and scared of humans. Hmmm! 🙂

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