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Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: Not Quite Sanctuary

"How many more steps, Daddy?"Paddy is tired and so am I."Daddy? Did you hear me? How many?"I look at her and offer as bright a smile as I can muster. I don't show my teeth because one of the front bottoms fell out last night and I don't want to scare her. I look up, toward the horizon, so she can't see. "I'm not sure, Paddy girl. I think once we clear the trees we'll see something.""There's people there, right, Daddy?"I nod, since I don't have a better answer. We were told by the people at the last camp that some survivors had made their way to the apartments and created a sanctuary for the rest of us healthy enough to make it there. I hope for Paddy's sake they were right.We clear the trees and I can see them in the distance. Paddy trembles with excitement."Look, Daddy! There they are! C'mon -- let's hurry. If we get to the gate before dark, they're sure to let us in."The hazy light makes me shiver. Something's not right but I can't tell Paddy and take away her hope. I don't think this is sanctuary.

It's been a while since I used all 200 words, but there was so much in this image. The lighting, the distance, the look of abandonment in the foreground ... so much there. Click the image to pop over to this week's SCPP and tell your story.

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