Tuesday, January 9, 2018

100 Words a Day 1092

When I awoke the next day I was confronted by what would prove to be our greatest obstacle.

“How far does it extend?” I asked, shading my eyes from the sun and squinting against the glare reflecting off the ice.

“No one knows. Everyone who ever attempted to cross it died years ago.”

The terrain before us was bare and completely flat. The incessant wind made the snow drifts slither across the frozen sea, like giant white snakes sidewinding across a frozen desert.

I turned towards my companion. “How do we cross?”

“We walk. And hope the ice is thick.”

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