Trapped in a mountain gorge. So much for mother’s cheap rope.
Barry could starve. He’d seen those movies.
He checked his supplies. Gas stove. Matches. But no food. The fall had ripped a hole in that side of the bag.
He also had an axe.
Could he do it? Eat his own flesh to survive?
He had to be brave. Grit his teeth. One swing, and he wouldn’t starve. The stove would cauterize the wound. Use the rope for a tourniquet.
Light the stove. Heat the plate.
Ready. Let’s do it.
Mother’s eyes widened.
But the gag muffled her screams.
Extract from Anthology of Snippets, 20 short shorts that were a lot of fun to write. I hope they’re as much fun to read.
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Till next time.
Cheers.
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