It’s cold outside

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ice covered leaves

The story so far…

A bolt of hot energy shot through my body. I gasped for air as a wave of nausea washed over me. Stumbling out of the cold crypt, I retched into an empty urn at the edge of the burial plot. Dizzy and disoriented, I crawled back to the far corner of my unintended shelter.

My teeth chattered so loudly I feared someone would hear. Hugging my knees close for warmth, I longed for my woolen cloak. Slowly the fog cleared from my mind and I remembered why I was in the cemetery.

Quentin is close. He’ll never see me coming.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is Cloak

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