Action: Walking in the woods
Word: Dog
Word Count: 100
The Fairies Glade
A typical Irish morning, gun-metal gray mist shot a damp chill into my bones, triggering involuntary shivers.
Meandering the nearby wood, I mused about the recent encounter atop Blarney Castle. To kiss The Stone, I lay supine, lowered my head into a crevasse, face upside down, and smooched the slimy surface of the ancient rock.
This bestows the Gift of Eloquence?
I stepped more cautiously. A hush pervaded the tomb of flora and fauna. I imagined the fairies merrily dancing upon a grave.
Not visible, a feral growl pierced my fog. The wild dog lunged.
I couldn’t say a word.
Jill Broscious 