It might be worth mentioning that the "I" in this snippet is a different narrator than before.
There. I'd done it. I'd stepped out of the village. Farther from home than I'd ever been before. Farther than any of the villagers had gone.
Any of the live ones that is.
I moved forward. The jitters fluttering through my chest dissolved as I turned the constant steps, one after the other, into a kind of rhythmic dance. My fingers and nose turned numb with cold.
I like the narrator keeping her nerves at bay with the rhythm of the steps, and also the numb nose. :)
ReplyDeleteI'd also like to know why the act of leaving the village is so different and dangerous.
It sounds as if she's going on an adventure that not many have returned from. I'm intrigued to know why.
ReplyDeleteNice imagery. Enjoyed the snippet and want to know where the steps will take your character. :)
ReplyDeleteI love it, it's very intriguing and the imagery is amazing. It looks like it could be a very exciting read. Well done!
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