“Buried” excerpt from a story by Larissa Lindsey
Goosebumps played across Ansley‘s skin and her breath blew smoky from between her chattering teeth. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face for the fog that accompanied the night’s chill. Her legs strained to drag her feet through the thick bayou mud and muck. Fear shook its way through her, and her knees nearly buckled.
Liz was out here somewhere and nothing would deter Ansley from finding her.
“Elizabeth!” Her best friend’s name reverberated off the moonless sky and echoed all around her.
There was no response.
Ansley stretched her arms out, her hands seeking something substantial to latch onto so she could heave herself forward. After a long moment of searching, her hands felt something smooth and strong, a cypress limb, she thought as she grabbed it with both hands. Though it wasn’t very big, she was able to move her feet a few paces forward, and then everything changed…
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