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Susie Shircliff, 10 Jan '13

The wet leaves clung to her bare feet like a second slimy skin. The dense foliage filtered out the white moonlight. She wasn't afraid of the dark, just the shadows.

She crouched lower into the twinkling creek. Sipping the cool water and washing the grime away from her hiding place that day: a fallen sycamore. She could still taste the spongey moss under her fingernails.

A flicker of moonlight flashed through the trees and reflected off the silver on a small fish. The splash of the water, from her quick grab, echoed around her. The little fish squirmed in her fist. She squeezed and counted out it's final breaths with each suckling gulp it took.

Four. Three. Two-

She shivered in the wind as it carried the scent of their burning torches coming closer.

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  • C.A. Head said...


    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Ross Tarran said...

    Atmospheric and intriguing - really makes me want to find out more about the character and her situation.

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Jamie Thomas said...

    This is a very very good burrst. As Ross said, very atmospheric, while also teasing us just enough without being overbearing. I loved your descriptions, which would normally be too much in a larger piece but worked perfectly here.

    • Posted 7 years ago