Called from the path

‘Can you hear that?’

‘Hear what?’ Jane stared into the fog.

‘A child crying.’

‘You must be imagining it.  What would a child being doing out here?’

‘There it is again.  It’s coming from over there.’  Paul started out across the bog.

‘Where are you going?’

‘To find that child.  She must be lost.’

‘You’re leaving the path.  We’ll never find it again in this fog.’

‘Come-on.  She’s over here.’  His figure disappeared into the mist.

‘Paul.  Wait.’  Jane stepped off the narrow path, then stopped.  ‘Paul!’

There was no answer.

‘Paul?  Where are you?’ 

Tentatively, she crept into fog. 





A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.