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January 30, 2014



January 30, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: Living on the bend of the river, many things wash up onto my back yard. The nearly dead girl had to be the strangest...

Living on the bend of the river, many things wash up onto my back yard. The nearly dead girl had to be the strangest. 

"Jesus H. Christ, is that what I think it is?" Pete muttered beneath his breath. He whistled for his dad. "Dad, you better come here."

He hopped over the deck and waded through the snow toward the river. His heart started pounding in his chest as he approached the young woman's lifeless form. "Shit, f*ck, shit. Daaaadddd!" 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," the man shouted. "Calm down."

Ben Isaacs' face drained of color when he saw the woman's nearly naked body. He knelt beside her in the deep snow, feeling for a pulse.

"Is she alive?" Pete asked.

"Barely," he growled. "Here, grab her feet, help me get her into the house."

They carried her up the bank to the back door where Bev Isaacs stood in the open doorway. "I'll dial 9-1-1," she told them.

"Okay, mom. I'll grab some extra blankets," Pete said.

That was six months ago. Pete sat on the back deck, the snow gone, the weather warm. He stared over at Rita. The girl who had literally washed up in their back yard. When she'd gotten out of the hospital, she came to visit the Isaacs' and had never left. 

She'd been out hiking alone when she'd been attacked in the woods. Her assailant threw her in the fast moving waters of the Red River and left her for dead. He'd almost succeeded. 





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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at LLClark.author@gmail.com

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