• the_novel_idealist

30 August 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

Stay down,” George muttered sternly, pushing down the blanket ahead, “whatever you hear.”

The young girl ahead whimpered, obedient, but evidently terrified.

Mist swirled, engulfing them in a white chill, hiding the river shores.

Probably a good thing, George thought, unsure his nerve would hold seeing them there, glaring out.

A gap in the mist opened, and a pair of lifeless eyes emerged. Exhausted by fear, his arms began to cramp, forcing him to row more slowly.

Nearly there,” he mumbled, to himself more than her, in the certain knowledge that their greatest fight for survival was just moments away.