Wednesday, February 1, 2017

100 Words a Day 1013

I hauled myself out of the swampy water and onto the patch of damp earth; it squished beneath me. I lay still, gasping for air for some minutes. When I was breathing normally again, I forced myself to my feet and looked around.

The old crone hadn’t lied. There was a small hut built from the detritus filling the swamp. My suspicion that it belonged to the thing I had come to see was confirmed when I realized it was sitting and staring at me, giant eyes glowed and glowered at me from the black interior of the cramped structure.

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