Friday, March 17, 2017

100 Words a Day 1044

Alakar looked up. Blizzard clouds peeked around the underside of the continent above them.

“It’ll be rain soon,” he said.

“Got a few hours yet,” Greta responded. “Should be able to reach the forest by then.”

“Hope so. Otherwise it’ll be a cold night.”

“And never know what’s about.”

They were inside the forest when the frigid rain began to fall. The green canopy kept them dry apart from an occasional rogue drop that landed on their necks, sending a startling chill down their backs.


They had both stumbled more than once when Greta screamed and vanished from Alakar’s sight.

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