Prompt: Frida | Genre: Fantasy | Word
count: 150 words
She stood there, barefoot. Her feet tickled. She wiggled her
toes to bury her feet deeper in the grass. She spread her arms out. Felt the
breeze trickle through her fingers. She stretched her face up, eyes closed, to
feel the warmth of the sun. She breathed it all in.
Home.
She was home.
A tendril of doubt threatened to hold her heart.
She shook her head. No. There will be time for that. Now,
she needs to feel this. All of this. It’s where she comes for...
No. No thoughts. Just experience. The woody scent of the
forest. The birds singing to the elves. The hands clutching her legs.
Whaaa?! She looked down and saw them. Dark, gnarly hands.
She pulled away but they held on. Pulled her down. Into the ground, she sank.
Dark, dank. It smelled of death.
“Frida, you can’t just leave like that”.
She screamed.
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