100 Word Wednesday – week 1 – Dark Track
Frost bitten grass crunched beneath his feet as he made his way slowly through the trees. Night had come quickly and the moon was high, casting shadows of demons on the path in front of him.
Suddenly, jerking back trapped, he thrashed about, his hair becoming more entangled in the forest’s ungloved hands. Beating fast, his heart reminded him that he was still alive, but what of Lucy?
She was here, of that he was sure, he had returned every year to search. She was trapped somewhere within this forest, lost and afraid in this place where the tress whispered her name…. (102 words)
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