Fifty Word Fantasy Serial: Ice and Ash, Part Seven

Dru slid herself on the water slicked ice and faced the girl. Sitting knee-to-knee, she lifted her drooping head and found glazed eyes.

“Uncle Cryton?”

“You look, older.”

Dru gulped. “It’s been a year.”

“A year?” she said reaching for her throat. “And why do I sound like a child?”





Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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