It was fresh and earthy, the scent of spring, but it was accompanied by a slashing knife of wind that cut through her clothes and into her flesh. The wind and the ache in her leg made her forget for a moment the horrors of the night before. The pain was referring itself into her foot and ankle now. She sat up suddenly, her hands flailing at her legs when she remembered the slimy, slithering thing she had battled in the darkness. There was nothing there on her legs, none of the things she had imagined—snakes, rodents, unnamed crawling creatures. There were only her torn stockings, ripped skirt, and clumps of dirt and mud. When she heard the rustling in the leaves again, she knew she hadn’t imagined the creature, but a surge of pain in her leg made her forget for a moment. Her head whirled with dizziness, and for a moment she thought she would be sick. She lowered herself down onto her bed of dirt and pebbles and exposed roots, all of it dampened and cold from the rain. She lay there for a moment, trying to will away the sharp agony, trying to remember what had happened and why she had spent the night in such misery.
What do You think about Medicine And Manners #2 (2016)?
