Tuesday, October 20, 2015

100 Words a Day 726

The fire crackled merrily, unaware of the frigidity it was keeping at bay. The strange foliage gave the flame a green, witchlight glow. Katherine and her sister huddled as close to the fire as they were able. Their physical position was not the most comfortable, but it kept them warm enough that they were able to enjoy their jerky. It was spicy, which helped with the cold as well. They chewed silently, looking over each other’s shoulders into the darkness beyond their fire. It was the only light in the desert. There were not even any stars in the sky.

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