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@FrostPoem

Lack of proper sleep had caught up with me. The day slid by in yawns. Toward evening, I woke to see willows on either side. The Neldorlorum had turned yellow with fallen leaves. I scanned the banks, drawing my blanket closer, recalling the warning we’d received.

Bumping jarred me awake. I sat up, confused. It looked early night, not yet a moon. Deep shadows told me we were still in the forest.

Something hit the boat.

Rain bolted upright. “Grindyls!”

#MicroPrompt