Moksha – p.17

November 16, 2012 at 2:54 pm 2 comments

Moksha trundled off in the direction of the herd, calling out once in a while to get an answering sound, and stay on the right track. Soon, she was out of the thickest of the trees and saw the others not far off. She ran to greet them, talking a mile a minute.

“Water! I found water! It’s slippery there so you have to be really careful when you drink it but it’s there! It’s so good and cold!”

Her mother was near the front of the group and held her trunk out to link with Moksha’s. “Shh, child, slow down and lead us there. My brave one…”

Moksha suddenly realized how tired the herd looked, how covered in dust and slow-moving they were, and felt terrible for having had water to drink and a long nap. “I missed you,” she said to her mother. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, but no more talking for now, let’s just keep walking. Can you find the water again?”

Moksha did not answer, but turned around and began to lead. She had to force herself to walk slowly. She resolved never to leave the herd again, or at least, not without her mother.


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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Lady Red  |  November 16, 2012 at 4:45 pm

    Aww this post has a sad tone to it – but it’s still good writing!

  • 2. Craig T. Adams  |  November 16, 2012 at 5:25 pm

    I ❤ Moksha! jD


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