When did fall arrive? Life has been insane with a new job, so this story has been on the backburner. But here we are at WeWriWa! You must write either 8 sentences for prose or 150 word limit for poetry. Lots of great writers participate. You can check em out via ze button above.
For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six and Part seven.
In the morning, Abram came to my tent. Though he forbade me to follow the camp, his eyes couldn’t meet mine. I let him go without a word: there was nothing left to say.
That day, I gathered water and food, enough to last a few days. Though shocked, I hoped we could get back to Beersheba.
Days later, here we are, no city or well in sight. All I have to offer my son is freedom and my two hands. So I raise them up and offer him this last gift.
I know, mean author, but more to come soon! Thoughts, feedback, are always appreciated 🙂