The heavy stream had brought two youths
right down the slope. It'd brought them down,
to the wide bottom of the stone
and cold cave's stomach. There was dark.
Two move-less body laid beside
in the rock trap. Night counted time...
Small drops of water fell on rocks.
The ringing noise had woken Nils.
He opened eyes. Nothing at all...
He saw just nothing. Only ears
were clearly hearing the blue song
of the annoying water drops.
Nils cried Bee's name. But there was mute.
He groped the space by aching hands.
There were just stones and... something... Wood*???
Nils grabbed it up. He checked the bag,
which was still on his hurted back.
The flint was there. Nils lit a flame...
by Thea Ariss
04.10.2025
*wood - древесина
Darkness. The tale of the winter forest
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