Story a day: 9.11.16

Threads criss-crossed overhead like snowflakes that refused to fall. They snatched brief gasps of light, appearing for an instant before dashing away into obscurity.

Even so, she saw a pattern to them. A path.

Yes, a path. A way out of the ensnaring trees. The webs overhead pointed toward freedom.

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