Thursday’s photo prompt – Glade – #writephoto

This  week’s  prompt  for Sue  Vincent  of  Daily Echo Thursday  Photo  Prompt  is  Glade. Well it  got  me  thinking  about the  serial  I  started  writing  to  Sue’s weekly  prompts as  socs posts which I  stopped  back in  June.  As  I  said  I  was  going  to  work on  them, which  I am  but  due  to  life  I  have  not  got  much  work  done  on  the  story  yet.

However  I  am  working  on  it  now, it has a  working  title  Vampires The Witch and The Werewolf  You  can  see  the  bare  bones of  it  here  it  will be  changing  regularly  as  I hone  and  perfect  it.

So if  you have  missed  it  here  we  go again.

Glade

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It was  early the  next  morning  that  Lisa  carried  Hope  out  into  the  forest  to  watch  the  first  rays  of  the  dawn  spread  through  the  trees,  lighting up the  dark . What  can  we  do  Lisa  whispered  into  the babe’s  ear.  A  clear  and  sure  voice answered , “You  must  stand  and  face  the evil, the  five of  us must  lead  the  world  back to  the  light.”

Lisa set  Hope  down  on  the  forest floor  while  she  picked  some  herbs  and  mushrooms .Warm sun  played on  her  back  warming  her  and  lifting  her  spirits.  Gathering up  quickly  the  plants  she  needed,  not  feeling  inclined  to linger. She  could suddenly   feel the  evil  covering  the  ground  even  as she worked .  The  wind  in  the  trees  suddenly picked  up  and  all  she  could  feel  was  cold approaching  as if it  was  something  physical.  Slowly  yet  surely  erasing  the  horizon. It  was  almost  audible  in  its  advance.

Though  not  usually  prone  to  fear  Lisa  grabbed  up  Hope  and  her  basket  and  ran  for  all  she  was  worth  back  to  her  safe  haven. Lisa  had  never  felt  so  frightened  in her  life. As  she  neared  the  river  and  the  tower  she  was  gripped  with  fear and  rooted  to  the  spot.  Unable  to  move  she  called  silently  to  Rachel for  help .

It  was  Mathew  who  came  to her  aid,  he  swooped  down  from the  tower  and   plucked  her and  Hope  up in  his  arms and  whisked  them off to  safety .

Back in  the warmth of  the  tower Lisa told  the others  of  the  cold  she had  felt. As  she  was  doing  so  they  all  felt  the  temperature  dropping  ……. “Look”  said  Fay  from where  she  stood at  the  window  “Everything  is  frozen.” The  river,  the  forest   for  as  far  as  the  eye could  see was  white frozen, covered in  ice.

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