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#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source.
I looked around, it was dark and quiet and I knew I was alone. I braved up and chose to inspect where the sound had come from. My shoes clicked against the cobbled ground with each step I took so I stopped and took it off, deciding it was better to be unheard and unseen of this proved to be a dangerous decision.
It was late November, winter was just arriving, sweeping the cold breeze of the sea inland, causing fogs to form in this dark and abandoned part of Quebec.
The ground was freezing, I squeezed my toes as I walked on and approached the bushes,...
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source.
I looked around, it was dark and quiet and I knew I was alone. I braved up and chose to inspect where the sound had come from. My shoes clicked against the cobbled ground with each step I took so I stopped and took it off, deciding it was better to be unheard and unseen of this proved to be a dangerous decision.
It was late November, winter was just arriving, sweeping the cold breeze of the sea inland, causing fogs to form in this dark and abandoned part of Quebec.
The ground was freezing, I squeezed my toes as I walked on and approached the bushes,...
