Melting into Slush by Himring  

Melting into Slush

Asgon regarded the wet, large snowflakes falling into the slush, melting. Meltwater was already beginning to trickle in rivulets down the mountain slope as the morning advanced. There had been signs previously that the winter was failing at last, but Asgon had watched them dully and distrustfully. Winter had been too long, too treacherous, too hard. Now at last he began hoping that his little band of outlaws might survive into spring without any more deaths.

He wondered how Turin was doing. The journey south must have been equally dangerous, but surely Hurin’s son still lived.  But to what fortune?

Chapter End Notes

The prompt was: 

Dumped wet and momentary on a dull ground / that’s been clear but clearly sleeping, for days. / Last snow melts as it falls, piles up slush, runs in first light

The source of these lines is Last Snow, by Heid E. Erdrich.

100 words in MS Word.