General Fiction posted January 28, 2019

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Sibby Jane lived on Blue Mountain. A Healer might save her.

The Healer On Blue Mountain

by Christine C Autry

I saw the snake too late, it struck me fast. I fell in the bean patch. I lay there yelling, as my heart raced. My brother Siebert ran to me as fast as he could. I was crying, and screaming in agony. Grabbing my arm he desperately sucked blood and venom as quickly as possible; spitting it harshly on the ground. He helped me the rest of the way up the mountain. I saw the healer's hands on her hips standing in the cabin door. Beginning to puke again. I felt the rush of death trying to take my last breath.

100 Word Flash Fiction contest entry



My family all still live in the mountains of Kentucky. In this time they used healers. I am not saying you will live from this. My Grandmother was Cherokee and told us about how they would heal snake bites. She was a really wise woman.
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