Breaking The Surface

The fire crackled and hissed at her from across the room, the orange light flickering upon the stone walls. She had arrived late the evening before last; it was too dark to take in her surroundings. When a friend of hers had asked her to look after a cabin for their cousin, she had jumped at the opportunity to get out of town. A break from the hustle and bustle of city life was much needed. Everything just moved too fast and never stopped, it was exhausting. The drive had lasted three hours into the mountains, weaving through the trees and down roads she never knew existed. To be fair, she had never been an outdoors kind of gal, so she didn’t really know these roads very well.

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