Writing Challenge Post#8

Set by: sgrigs

Words: Blue, chicken, forest, sliver, flame

Word Limit: None set

Despite the trees forming an impenetrable canopy, Naseby trudged valiantly on through the forest, his way lit only by the flame of a torch, its light growing dimmer with each passing second. The comfort of his home, the roaring open fire and the succulent chicken his wife had prepared seemed nothing but a mirage in his mind as he now fought through undergrowth, keeping his eyes set on what little view of ‘ahead’ he possessed.

After what seemed like a lifetime of battling against the thick foliage, he discovered what he presumed to be the cave entrance they’d told him to look for. They were right in their description, for it was like nothing Naseby had ever seen before – under the moonlight, visible through a rare break in the roof of the woodland, the rocks that formed the opening had an almost blue tint to them, the embedded slivers of the very item he’d been sent to collect shimmering in the pale glow of a winter night.