Lines In The Snow (standard:drama, 1137 words)
Author: Hulsey	Added: Nov 17 2002	Views/Reads: 4210/2530	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A rescuer at the site of a crashed aircraft discovers horror and a letter written by a young girl.

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rather face death with a clear conscience than to eat the flesh of my 
friends and companions. 

Andy tries his best to keep up my spirits by assuring me that help is on
the way. Twice, we spotted an aircraft, only for it to fly on. Why can 
they not see us? Andy vowed to me, that if I died, which was 
inevitable, my body would be spared the degradation of being devoured. 

I isolated myself from the others, craving serenity as I inhale my last
breaths on earth. The others grow stronger on the bodies of the dead, 
and have tried several times to go for help, but the snow is too deep. 
When the bodies run out and they eventually die, what a burden they 
must carry to heaven. 

I have begun to hallucinate, seeing beautiful places that I wished
someday to visit. I have seen so little of this wonderful, wonderful 
world. I ask myself over and over, what sins have I committed that God 
would punish me so? I am so weak and tired, and writing this is such an 
ordeal. My right hand is frostbitten and useless. My prayers have 
ceased, as I struggle with my conscience, asking myself, is there a God 
after all? If so, then why? 

My pen is almost empty; as if it is dying with me. As I scribble the
last words of my short life, there are so many things that I want to 
tell my parents and baby, Matty. How much I love them. If this letter 
is ever found, do not weep for us. Spare our relatives and friends the 
agony of what has befallen us. Of my friends, I ask God; please forgive 
them, for they know not what they do. Kathy Mulligan. 

The coldness of my tears cleansed my face, as I comprehended what that
girl had been through. What inner courage and self-control, she must 
have possessed, not to have partaken in the eating of the flesh. I 
stared down at the ravaged remains of her body, and realised that her 
brother had broken his promise. I knelt down besides her sobbing and 
said a prayer for her. 

We buried the dead, and their secret will remain with them in this
gully. We decided to comply with Kathy's wishes and spare the parents 
the details. What purpose would it serve to tell of the horror of 
Flight 637? Let the grieving families remember their loved ones, as 
they were before they left their homes on that fateful day. Innocent, 
and touched by such tragic circumstances, they will not be forgotten. 


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