The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Leigh M. Lane
The numbing chill burned Lana’s toes as her bare feet broke through the morning frost. The path behind her stretched into the horizon, but the shrine was near. She could smell the sulfur. Her pack had grown considerably lighter over the past week, her provisions down to a few cups of rice and a baggie of dried fruit. The river she followed provided sweet water most of the way, so she’d only boiled enough to keep the canteen refreshed. The sour region had unfolded slowly enough for her to overlook her extinguishing supply, however, and now she took sparing sips, the canteen nearly dry. Her body craved rest, but the virgin-lily she’d protected had already turned from white to black, so her trip had to be nearly over. She pressed on.
The river’s remnants swirled with yellow…
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