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The Ceaseless Despair of Hope
by Elizabeth H. Smith

At least six days have passed. But I could be off by one or two. The seemingly endless pursuit of civilization, down a path that never seems to change, takes a toll. It never turns or shifts in pitch or elevation. I figure it must lead somewhere. But I could be wrong about that too.

Maybe I died miles back and my body is lying face down in the snow. Maybe this is Hell.

But my will to survive keeps me going. My father told me if I’m ever lost in the woods, find a point of direction and follow it. That way you won’t go in circles. This path seemed like my best bet at getting out alive. So I chose a direction and kept going.

But the landscape never changes, the mist never lifts, and the road ahead goes on some unknown distance, perhaps forever…

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Fiction © Copyright Elizabeth H. Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay

More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.