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Discovery – A Carolyn Adventure – Horror – R – 01/03/2014

Welcome, to 2014, and Flash Friday’s first post to the new year!  Rebekah Postupak is our wonderful host and along with the photo prompt below, the key term “Discovery” will form the basis for our 140-160 word stories.  Mine is another peek at the world Carolyn now lives in.  Check her page on this post for more shorts and read the developing story (4 parts now).  Click > HERE < for the other entries.  Enjoy!!!

Clot Bey in Egyptian army uniform teaching the first modern Anatomy lesson at Abu-Zaabal, Egypt in 20 June 1829. Public domain.

Discovery

Carolyn’s initial discovery of the boy’s presence slowly registered and she took in his appearance.  He was young, probably eight to ten, average height and weight, blonde with just a touch of curl in his longish hair.  His clothes and face were both dirty, showed some signs of age and wear.  His voice was the usual small-child high with just a hint of the local accent.

“Ma’am, are you alright?”  He quietly took a step backward, evidently thinking about a possible need to flee.

Carolyn shot her arm out, nearly scaring the child into the act she was trying to stop.
“No, I mean, yes, I’m okay.  I was just really surprised.  You’re the first person I’ve seen in weeks.”

“My Dad will be here in a minute or so.  W…we haven’t seen anyone either.”

With that statement, a snapping sound issued and from the woods walked, in Carolyn’s eyes, one very good-looking man.

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Namaste,

Scott

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