Moonlight gripped the trees.
If it didn’t break … what? It just went around and around. It would not change.
A dive, a plunge, a leap into the woods would lead to something else. But what would that something else be?
The owl hooted three times. Silence. A movement of wind like a chilled caress.
And stillness after. Where did it go? Is that the direction?
The owl again. Then a snuffle, a bending of ferns. Away from that, but what is it? Knowledge is power?
It spoke, drawing, guiding. Into the fern understory. Through a mouth, through inky depths. This is new; this is warm; this is … not alone.
I found electric light in a cave. A woman. Her partner. Their Steem tribe.
A new story.
I wrote this for the #zapfic contest.
This is the second time I have participated in the weekly contest. The challenge is to write a story in 240 characters or less; for some reason my mind translated that requirement to 240 words this week.
This doesn’t work for the contest, but I’m happy with it as a standalone story.
