Her Journey


Grey columns and grey tile: a hall of grey stretches on, its length to be measured in years.

Through this she marches on: scarred with winding scarlet, battered but unbowed, wrists bound in iron chains, eyes blazing bright.

She keeps her eyes fixed ever upon the light.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Jace Grandinetti for providing the prompt picture!


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  1. Measured in years — gave me the sense of one of those Greek legends about immortals and their endless trials. I hope this is one of those stories where she actually does reach the end eventually. Well done!

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