The light of the torches disappeared. They rode hard all night. Occasionally an invisable branch tore at the skin on her face, like the slap of a ghostly hand. Elvie rode a little behind the others now. She could feel the metal of the old key against her breast, warming itself by extracting the heat from her body.
Her mind wandered back to their earlier stop at the bridge. A piece of metal had flashed in the light of the torch. It lay at the end of the bridge almost hiden by the engraved rock. As she took the net from Hughes hand, she quickly bent down to retrieve the object. Once in her hand, the tag twisted and she had just made out the word 'Elvie'. Her heart beat quickened now as she relived the moment.
"What can it mean?", she murmured half out loud.
November 2001
To Come Forth Gradually into Being
8 years ago
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