Flash Fiction: The Root-Bound Stair — Part Five of Five

Oris shouldered his friend’s abandoned sack of loot. “Glix! Where are you? Night falls! I must go!”

Down a root-bound stair, a leather purse falls from a ceiling shrouded in webs. Slapping the floor, its spilled gems sparkle in the last rays of twilight.

 

 

All installments in order.

 

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