My first ever entry into this week’s Mondays finish the story! 🙂
Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest. The danger palpable, he forced himself to keep walking. He was villager No. 47 to willingly walk this path. What other choice did he have? He had watched helplessly as his ten year old had started withering in front of him.
The cure was in the forest. Desperate to save their children, other fathers too had walked down the similar path.
Terrified little Betsy watched from her weeping mother’s lap, surrounded by the whispers of the entire village that had come to watch and hope for a miracle. Hope that was fading fast, with each parent disappearing into the forest, never to return.
“Come back daddy! Come back!” Betsy jumped up with all her weak might and scrambled towards him.
Tommy and Ben’s father hadn’t returned. She didn’t want the cure, she didn’t care, she just wanted her daddy back.