WORDS FROM THE WELL 42

When Saranna opened her eyes, she saw immediately before her the brown cloth of her cloak, and could not make out why it filled her vision. Then she tried to move her left arm, and the cloth in front of her shifted. She understood that her arm was curled around her face. Cautiously she tried to use her right arm to push herself upright but let out a small scream as sand began to tumble about her head. She lay still again, her heart beating fiercely, and tried to look about her without moving. All she could see in any direction was sand; the only clear space was in the hollow of her left arm.
I am buried.

sue bridgwater

BURIED

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