“Get help.” He cried.
“If you don’t, everyone will die.”
Without another word his little sister runs.
Through the afternoon and into the chilly night the young boy remains unmoving. His tiny body shivers uncontrollably, yet he stays.
The howling of wolves grows closer, golden orbs shining in the dark, yet he stays.
Exhausted, eyes heavy, he refuses to leave.
Morning comes bursting forth with rays of warmth. Like a dream, he hears voices crying out, far and distant. In tender loving arms, he’s carried away.
Because of his courage, the Dike held.
About the Creator
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Original narrative & well developed characters