I don't know if you remember me blogging about this, but Vic's dad had Alzheimer's, and it was 7 years of him just being an empty shell. Vic's mother is in the mid stages where she's violent and combative, Vic ended up placing her in a home because she was hurting the caretakers who were staying in her home with her. I worry about Vic because he is forgetful more and more, his grandparents and his parents all had some form of dementia.
PROMPT: January 23rd
Finish this story:
A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears…
the spine tingling wail of a coyote rip the tipping dusk in two. It was time to move on. She climbed off the rock and searched the ground for a large enough tree limb to wield as a weapon if need be. Finding one, she began to head in a westerly direction. The sun had just dipped behind the horizon and the air began to take on a chill. The thought of a coyote waiting along the edges of the forest made her skin tingle and goosebumps rose along her arms. She untied her jacket from her waist and slipped it on. She didn't stop to do this. Moving was of essence now. She needed to find the camp. The sooner the better.
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