Wednesday, April 19, 2017

100 Words a Day 1055

A heavy cloud obscured the moonlight that had glittered across the wet ground and illuminated the path through the swamp, leaving them in darkness.

“Shit, what do we do now?”

“Can’t even travel by feel; it all feels squishy.”

The two men considered their situation for several moments.

“Look!”

“What?”

“Behind you. Lights.”

“Shit, close your eyes!”

“Why?”

“Those are swamp wisps. Don’t look!”

“Those are the town lights. We must almost be there. I bet they’ll lead us in.”

“No!”


The silence was broken by squishy footsteps moving away from the path. They were cut off by a scream.

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