Short Story

Meet Me Halfway

A maid of the mist has no room for cowards.

Photo by Melissa Kumaresan on Unsplash

Their climbing tree stretched out its shady limbs to soak up the last drops of sunlight. Touched by a soft breeze, the sturdy sweet gum brushed its fire-gold and deep-green autumn foliage against the old slate roof. Ten-year-old Marina scrambled up the tree. Her long, tanned legs stood out in smooth contrast against…