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Photo curtsy of Jan Wayne Fields
Photo curtsy of Jan Wayne Fields

As night approached I hobbled my two donkeys and set up camp. After beans and bacon swilled down with coffee, I drifted into a uneasy sleep. As usual the terrors that plague me returned. Years of military service had left their scars.
In the pitch dark I felt the splatter of blood across my face and the slash of a knife across my shoulder.
But this was Colorado, flicking on my torch I found that my tent had blown down and rain was washing my face. So where were my two beasts and why was my shoulder bleeding.

Mike attempting to  write.
Mike attempting to write.
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    1. Absolutely, but I like to think that is this case it was the storm that was out to get his tent. Whilst perhaps his two companions the donkeys had nibbled on the tent guy ropes πŸ™‚

  1. You are having a bad time. Your mind is stressed and your possessions are being robbed. Now you have to go find your donkeys with a bleeding shoulder and in the middle of rain.

  2. A good story with great description, Michael. That story can go one of two ways. His shoulder could have been cut by the falling tent or something scarier. A reading today is colored by the things we read and see on TV. Well done. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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