In Which A Story Unfolds: Chapter Nine*
Ink on paper
She walked from one end of the land to the other. As her steps accumulated, clouds collected around her.
The wind blew harsh and loud, beating at her body. The water rose and rain fell thickening the air and blinding her. And she was afraid.
She pushed through the wind and water and the elements pushed back with growing force, until they did not.
She found herself in a space where the winds did not blow and water did not rise or fall.
From this place, from within her fear, she watched as the storm destroyed the island.
*Each day for the next 5 days, I’ll add on to this story as it unfolds.
319 days done, 46 days to go.