Subjective Voice Narrative

The poor old man had grown very weak and pathetic. He lived alone in the mountains at least 50 miles from the nearest town.

The snow fall had been dangerous and unusually high that year, trapping him in his house for a month. He had been without food for a week now. He found himself very scared and hungry. He was in a desperate situation.

The only way out of his house was through a small window. His one chance to stay alive was to trap the rabbit he spotted the other day. He put out the trap and waited. It was near. The small rabbit was having a hard time digging down deep enough to get to any of the dried grasses and the small limbs of the bushes it had to eat. The trap snapped shut.


By Cardiff Hoffman-Terry