Thanks again to Madison Woods for the picture inspiration for this story. I think you’ll see in the story the first thought which struck me about how it looked. I’d love to hear your comments – good and bad. Enjoy!
I tugged at my Protection Suit – I’d lost another stone and it swamped me. If we couldn’t surface soon, there wouldn’t be time before next winter and we wouldn’t survive another one underground.
It lay in the rocks, a single sprout poking out like the leg of a hatching dragon. To our children, an acorn sprouting was no less mystical, but to me it was hope. I wrestled my Protection Suit again. The first gasp of air caught my lungs like water. I choked on it, but I was still coughing two minutes later. And that meant I was alive.