by Donna L Martin
Sadie sighed as she grabbed the broom from the corner and began to sweep the hard-packed dirt floor. Dust bunnies danced in the light peeking through the cabin's log wall. Every so often she heard the soft chirping of the crickets from outside the open window.
Sadie sighed again. Oh how she wanted to go to the fort with the others. Molly hadn't been feeling well though and Ma told her to stay behind with the baby. Why did she have to be the oldest? Ma was always making her look after the younger ones ever since they moved to the new territory last summer. If she was younger like Zeke or Abby she wouldn't be stuck in this stuffy cabin with nothing but chores and a fussy baby for company.
She had been lost in thought when a strange sound made her tense in surprise. Pa had warned her about Indian attacks but he told her they were too close to the fort to worry about such a thing happening to them. No Indian was crazy enough to attack a settler this close to the soldiers.
Sadie glanced nervously at the cabin door and the wooden slat leaning on the wall beside it. Maybe I should lock the door, Sadie thought as she heard the strange sound again. This time it was much closer. Dropping the broom, Sadie moved quickly to the door but it was too late. Her eyes grew wide in fear as the door slowly creaked open...
***Okay, it's your turn! Have the others come home? Is it an Indian attack? Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***