Chew On This

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He had never been so hungry.

Not even when he’d gone without food for three days to win a dare. Perhaps because at least then the food was there, available to him had he gotten too weak or ravenous enough to render the challenge unappetizing.

He’d won that bet. And the mountain bike his friend was cocky enough to suggest as the prize.

The same bike — and all his gear atop it — that now lay twisted at the end of some ravine he had no hope of reaching. The bike that would have dragged him down to the same end had he not, in some unknown reflex of survival, thrown himself off the seat and against the rocky walls of what he’d thought was a sort-of-trail.

It first it was the abrasions that caused him the most suffering. The skinless arms and cheek. The raw wound on his shoulder where his shirt had ripped.

Then night came and it was the cold.

And the next day, the hunger.

He had nothing on him. No knife. No phone. Not even a lighter. He’d been so proud to dress the bike with a complicated harness to carry everything he needed for his week-long trek. Now he was naked of supplies. Bare of any protection or wherewithal, alone in the wilderness, and ignorant of how to make do without the gadgets he’d never given a thought to the possibility of not having.

Ignorant, too, of the consequences of veering off the path “to test the bike’s capabilities.” He had told a couple of friends he was planning to go for a bike ride, but he had planned to surprise them with his accomplishment post-trek, and in his hubris did not notify them when, where to, or how long for.

Off the trail and into the “uncharted.” He’d felt strong. He’d felt courageous. He’d felt the braggadocio reverberating underneath his ribs.

Now no one knew where he was.

Or when to expect him.

Or that he deseprately needed aid.

He’d never been so hungry. Or so tired. Or so hurting. Or so scared.

He couldn’t help thinking of how someone would one day find what was left of him. That is if some animal did not find him first.

He stopped to rest when the new blisters on his feet had burst and the pain of another raw place was too much to manage.

His shoulder throbbed. His head. His hand where it had slammed against the rock and left two of his fingers black and unbending. He checked the sky and realized a third day was about to end and he was just as lost as he had been the ones before. And hungrier.

He cried a bit. There was no one in front of whom to be ashamed.

Or so he thought.

He woke to warmth and thought he’d died already. The weight of something on his torso must have been the earth, though he couldn’t bother to try and consider who’d have dug a grave.

Then a smell wafted to him and his stomach clenched in painful hunger. Surely not even hell would torment so in death!

He cracked open an eyelid to the view of a lively fire and a shadowed figure stirring something over a corner of coals. He blinked. The figure was still there. He swallowed, and his mouth was not as dry as it should have been. There was a taste of sweetness on his tongue, as well. He coughed just to hear his own voice.

The head swiveled toward him and he could not discern any of its features against the brightness of the flames. A hand reached back into a pack and rummaged, then the legs straightened and the person unfurled and stepped toward him. He squinted but still could not see the face. He wasn’t even sure it was a man.

“Here,” the voice confirmed. A woman, and not a young one. Not warm but by her actions so far, not unkind. “Jerky. Chew on this until the stew is done.”

 

 

 

For Linda’s SoCS challenge: Chew/Choo

 

28 thoughts on “Chew On This”

  1. You are such a great story teller! ❣️

    Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.

    AdeleRyanMcDowell.com Adeleandthepenguin.com MakingPeacewithSuicide.com Channeledgrace.com

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    • Thank you, dear Dale! I am humbled and pleased. These are fun to write and I am SO SO glad that they resonate with you.
      Yay to story telling (though I suspect they’d either make me Shaman so I’d have to shut up some of the time for some ritual or they’d have kicked me from the communal fire at the stone age because I’d have talked too much … 🙂 ).
      Hugs, N.

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      • LOL, I probably would’ve found another clan … Became a traveling story teller (or basically a squatter-till-kicked-out-to-the-next-cave … ;)). Whew, am I glad to have a comfy bed and an AC and running water … 😉
        And … thank you my friend. It does please me so!
        (For the record, your stories are fab, and real, and draw me in for their genuineness. I still think of that evening you had in the city when you went to a show and stopped for dinner and saw all the murals and the stars aligned …)

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      • LOL! And there is nothing wrong with a nomadic life such as this. Just think of the places you’d see, the people you’d meet!
        Here, too. It is soooo muggy. Actually, it suddenly started raining (coz, yanno, it’s my day off, see…)
        And thank you. My stories are real coz I don’t have the imagination to create fake ones! And I thank you. That is most sweet and kind of you to say.

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      • Yeah! And I guess I could always fly on one of those Pre-Revolutionary War airplanes, so I won’t have to trek from cave to cave by foot through mud and snow and Saber Tooth Tigers!

        Re: stories — I like real stories. Specially good ones from people I like! 🙂
        XOXO

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    • Ah, now that’s a thought … 🙂
      I’ve written a few full length novels already (hover over the books and publications tab), and there’s another one (okay, two…) in the works … but perhaps this one, as well, will one day grow into something more …
      🙂
      Thanks for reading and commenting!
      Na’ama
      Thank you, Barbara!!!

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