THROUGH THE SNOW
We stumbled through the snow. With every step, the cold nibbled at our strength. We knew that we had to make the shelter of the cabin before night, before the temperature fell even further, before it became the killing cold.
Ivan was the first to see it: the grim spectre waiting in the trees. He cried out in fear and pointed into the snow. We looked, but saw nothing. An hour later, Ivan was dead, exhausted. Anya was the next. She too was soon dead, fallen in the snow, leaving me alone.
I hear hoofbeats now, heralding the dark rider.
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DECEMBER DRABBLES [A Short-Story Contest)
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