Saturday, June 15, 2013

Wandering in half-light

Silence.  Not even the whisper of a breeze.  The air around him was laced with mist, the ground dark grey bedrock mottled with muddy green moss and sedges.  He took a few steps, turned slowly, staring into the murky half-light, hoping to catch a glimpse of something recognisable.  Somehow he’d wandered off the narrow path three hours previously.  Whichever direction he headed the landscape never changed; the lava field stretching monotonously and endlessly.  He knew panicking wouldn’t help, but nonetheless felt sick and jittery.  He rubbed his arms, seeking warmth, muttered a short pray, and set off into the mist. 

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Rob - I like the way you evoke that sense of dismal atmosphere here! And there's a solid sense of rising tension.

Oh, and I like the new profile picture.