Lost in the Woods
A lock of auburn hair fell across Annie’s pale, round face as she blew into the small clump of damp, dead grass she held in her hands trying to coax the spark into flame. It sputtered, let loose a thin wisp of smoke and then, nothing.
Annie muttered quietly beneath her breath the words she could not say aloud around her younger siblings, but realizing they were not there she stopped muttering, threw the latest failed attempt of fire-making to the ground, and began yelling. She cursed the trees surrounding her, the leaves littering the forest floor, the forest itself for trapping her, and most of all the sky for holding the sun back while releasing day after day of rain.
It was an effort to calm herself, but it was necessary. She had no energy to waste on tantrums. She had little to no energy at all after eating nothing but acorns the past 3 days. Folding herself into what was left of her poncho, she leaned against a large gray trunk and hung her head to cry.