THE SWOLLEN, SWEET fragrance of lilies and lilacs floated across the caverns’s lake. Black lightless ripples lapped against the glistening stony shore. Globules of glass-like rock glittered, inflamed with a volcanoe’s breath, each dazzling as a thousand colors flickered inside.
Prancing down the winding stairwell carved into the stone, —- hoisted her basket higher up in her arms….
Written: 19 June 2013
Word Count: 58
A/N: simultaneously written to get back into the flow of writing (I’ve been doing a lot of edits) and to get a sense of a few characters’ back history