A story of friendship and hope from Louise. Enjoy!
Welcome to Sunday Scribbles!
I wrote this story for Diana’s March image prompt. I wrote two attempts at this prompt, but I scrapped the first because it was too dark and serious!
Izzy crouched low to the ground, hidden in the shadows of the dilapidated buildings, empty but for the desert critters that scattered under piles of rubble when they caught her scent. She sucked in a breath and tucked her fringe behind her ear as she peered around another corner.
Knuckles tight around the hilt of her sword, she slipped into the next alleyway and jogged to the end. A gust of wind kicked up dusty desert sand, and she paused to cover her face with her rough shawl. The dust cleared seconds later to reveal a slim figure between the tall buildings lining the large street. A silhouette against a distant city, and her…
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