Micro Fiction: The Path 19 October 5, 2020 by Elizabeth Drake Eva searched the wind-swept woods, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nothing to use to defend herself. And no one to come to her aide. She clenched her hands at her sides and waited for the master. 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