Writing Prompt

Write a scene: Rain transformed the narrow path into a stream of mud and dead leaves. 


Rain transformed the narrow path into a stream of mud and dead leaves. Cecelia’s damp body was pressed up against my back as we trudged through the dense vegetation. The surrounding viney apendages whipped past us leaving scratches and jabs in their wake.  

Cecelia whimpered softly when the branches would recoil past but stayed close without complaint. I didn’t know where this path led, but I had to trust it’d eventually give way to a clearing. 

Freedom from the tight space came some mile and half later in the form of a gracious meadow. Exhausted, I collapsed into the lush, freshly wet grass and basked in the early morning glow. “We made it,” I whispered aloud, closing my eyes. 

“I’m sorry I let you down.” Cecelia’s voice was as soft as her breathing. “I…I should’ve reacted faster. Listened to you even…”

Her face was distorted by the sun but I could imagine her furrowed brow and disappointed expression. It was clear she had a guilty conscious but tried to stay poised as though she had a reputation to uphold. “Listen, C, we can’t change what happened. Everything…”

She abruptly interjected, “Don’t you dare say everything happens for a reason Caleb Pierce. There isn’t a reason that justifies our deaths and there certainly isn’t a valid reason for what happened back there with the veil. If it’s the last thing I do, I will reunite you with your distraught fiancée.”

What she was suggesting was insane and nearly impossible, but her confidence was contagious and I couldn’t help but smile. 

We were still in this together. Time’s attempt at destroying our bond clearly hadn’t shaken it.


Published by alhoppa

Simply put, I'm a thirty something single mom of three young boys with a passion for reading and writing. Writing, and reading for that matter, has been a passion since elementary school when a friend and I had our short collection of poetry published through the school where it was on display in the library for an entire year. While I still enjoy poetry, my love has grown into short stories and full length novels. Tag along for the journey, it'll be documented here every step of the way.

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