Red River | A 100 Word Story

#329 VII of Wands – Alice’s Defense

It wasn’t long after we departed that we realized we weren’t in Swindle anymore. A town no one could ever find on a map and now we knew why. Who would want to? No one. Maybe it was the bridge we crossed or the river that ran under it, more red than blue or green.

“Tell me again why we can’t turn back now?” It was a question she managed to ask so many times my answer each time was shorter and shorter.

“Because,” I said, and pressed on across the bridge.

“I’m afraid this is where your journey ends.”