Molly Hopwood

Barren

The mud covered all surfaces in the landscape of her dream. It was black and stank like the bowels of the oceans. She walked a step, slipped on the stones and fell. When she looked up a small light floated above her. It was green, like a vibrant forest, the likes of which hadn’t been seen on earth for hundreds of years. She lifted a hand in front of her face to block the brightness of it. She brought her legs up beneath her and managed to stand. She was now covered in the mud as well. It seemed to swallow everything that it touched.