Day 108 Ruminating And Writing

Forgotten

The path navigated between the tall oaks that shadowed the narrow road. The road had long since been forgotten. The undergrowth had grown tall and strong, and she had to cut her way through it. But her maps and the old books told her that there once had been a keep here. The aerial pictures showed that there had been massive earthworks done centuries ago, before the oaks had grown so tall.

She pushed through the undergrowth, swatting off the insects that tried to suck her dry. Sh...