six sentence sunday
Feb. 4th, 2019 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sidewaysTechnically it's Monday here, but also for once of late I have six linear sentences of a very rough draft so why not.
There is smoke on a horizon unseen and Shin’s Ghost falls out of the air.
The timing’s poor. Too little rain followed by far too much has worn away at the path down this side of the mountain and left it crumbling dangerously along its edges; when he steps sharp and sideways to throw out a hand and catch her, the ground sinks under his feet. There should be time and space enough to leap back again, but something is wrong in his head and his heart, eyes blurred and feet stumbling, and when the ground goes Shin goes with it.
He snags against a stubborn bush on the scraping, scrabbling fall down, and it slows their descent enough that the rock that follows doesn’t snap him clean in two. Not a lot of breath left in his lungs as they fetch up against the base, though, half-covered in dirt and shale, hurting harder than the last dozen fights have managed.
The timing’s poor. Too little rain followed by far too much has worn away at the path down this side of the mountain and left it crumbling dangerously along its edges; when he steps sharp and sideways to throw out a hand and catch her, the ground sinks under his feet. There should be time and space enough to leap back again, but something is wrong in his head and his heart, eyes blurred and feet stumbling, and when the ground goes Shin goes with it.
He snags against a stubborn bush on the scraping, scrabbling fall down, and it slows their descent enough that the rock that follows doesn’t snap him clean in two. Not a lot of breath left in his lungs as they fetch up against the base, though, half-covered in dirt and shale, hurting harder than the last dozen fights have managed.
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