Alex 100WC – Week 8

Gnarled hands clung to me as I tried to escape. Once again I had been caught, but I knew that this time would be my last. They through me into a hessian sack, rough fabric itching my bare back. They took no care when moving me, tossing me over streams and dropping me on rocks. The bag soon became damp with the blood of my body. When I was released I was pushed between two trees and had a gown placed over me. I looked up one last time only to be frozen solid. Now I stand guard for eternity.  

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