Moksha – p.16

November 4, 2012 at 5:00 pm 2 comments

When Moksha awoke, the sun was low in the sky, and she felt more refreshed and full of energy than she could ever remember being before. Carefully, she leaned over the mossy bank to have another drink and then turned to go back the way she’d come, to fetch the others.

Following the sound of the water had been easy, but retracing her steps away became quickly confusing. In the afternoon light the shadows and colors of the plants were different, and no matter which way she went she found herself back at the water.

Frustrated, still hungry and terrified that she might never see her mother again, she raised her trunk and trumpeted as loud and long as her lungs would allow. She repeated the cry once, twice more, and then she heard another noise. Moksha stood still listening, and off in the distance heard an answering call. The herd was close! She trumpeted again, this time in triumph.


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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Lady Red  |  November 4, 2012 at 5:27 pm

    It’s good to trumpet in triumph 🙂 Nice to have a new post here again!

  • 2. Craig T. Adams  |  November 4, 2012 at 6:06 pm

    Yay! I’ve been so looking forward to this return! And to your return. It’s been difficult to remain patient, but it’s well worth it! 🙂


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