Ethereal: Woodland madnessAuthor's note: This was done spur of the moment for the Flash Lit February contest. It was fun and surprisingly hard to do. I hope you enjoy it though and any comments are appreciated.Ethereal: Woodland madness by Master-of-the-Boot
A woman walked through the trails of Drakwald forest. She packed light. Carried a rifle, sawn off shotgun and a hunting knife.
Her clothing was largely home made. Primarily made of furs.
She was broken and tired; hadn't heard her own voice in years.
Sarah, or Anne or whatever he name was or wasn't checked the sawn-off that wasn't used for killing animals. All clear.
Her rifle was an antique but well maintained and the clinking bag in her pack indicated her ammo was yet high.
She stopped and looked at the birds taking off on the horizon. The bolt of her rifle clicked.
Defensive position was taken in the tangled, desperate underbrush. Rheumy eyes stared down the iron sights like she'd done this forever.
Footfalls alerted her to the presence of the Ethereal.