Den – A Drabble

The cave smelled like a place where insects and their grass-filled bellies crawled up to die.
“Coordinates must be wrong.” Jim reached around to his backpack and pulled a notebook out – more like a pile of mismatched sheets held together by a cord.
I wrapped my hands around his before he started flipping through his notes. “Honey, give this place a chance.”
“What if I misread the jungle’s name?”
I frowned and tugged on the book. He let me have it. As I turned around, my feet bumped in something and a few moss-covered pieces broke off the pile.

This is a drabble for Monday’s prompt.


About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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