Micro Fiction: The Path 05 September 21, 2020 by Elizabeth Drake Despite the setting sun, long shadows, and crisp autumn wind, the woods seemed warmer and brighter. Almost so warm Eva wanted to take off her jacket. Something was wrong. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related