Gently Down the Stream

Story: Gently Down the Stream

Part 2: The Guardian and the Wights

A young woman on a mossy bridge looks over a post apocalyptic city landscape.

Cherry ran, covering fifty feet, then one hundred, then two hundred, a thick mat of clover cushioning her footfalls. If the wights had found her burrow, they could have spotted her through the trees or heard her push through the brush surrounding the trail. More wights would converge on her from all directions. Read more »