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smoke

 

“This fell not far from us,” she said in a trembling voice.

Her companion replied, not just to reassure her, “That’s true, but now we know where it came from!”

And so it is with most human actions, there is always a return, sometimes with even more fume…

#FWF Free Write Friday: Trust

DSC_0128“Follow the traces of blood” he said, and she did. Step by step, along the ever rising path, below the high cliffs, she found little drops of scarlet wetness.

A large rock stopped her, it was impassable. On the rock was an arrow, showing the chasm, all the way down to the valley. Below the arrow were his initials. He had left his mark. She looked down the abyss: so far down she would fall.

She jumped.

 

 

Trust