For Sonya’s weekly prompt.
photo by Nattu Adnan via Unsplash
Melia hesitates at the edge of the sinister expanse and narrows her eyes, but they have no choice; they have to cross.
“Follow me, Telo,” she whispers to her little brother and leaps to the first tussocky foothold, “and put your feet exactly where I put mine.”
A second leap, a third, and then a fourth later, a scream makes her spin around, her eyes full of horror, to see Telo, up to his knees in the sucking sand.