Eight Sentences: Zeelia (15)

Gravy-like sludge slipped from under her boots, moss gave way when she grabbed it. She slid down a curved embankment, struck a rock, hit a rotting log that flipped her onto her back. A massive cluster of two-toned ferns and fungi stopped her on the edge of a limpid pool of scummed-over water. She started to pull herself up from the rich scarlet silt. Then it began to rain. A soft, drenching, warm rain. She stopped struggling when she saw that the rain was washing away her tracks and instead pulled ooze, moss and wet debris over her armor and hoped she could avoid detection. Continued running was pointless, what the Jarpha wanted her to do; she intended to turn things around instead, to become the hunter, not the prey. Previous Next An Introduction An Index Datadex/Appendix The Weekend Writing Warriors site sponsors a round of 8-sentence excerpts every weekend. Zeelia (1) was