"Alice? Alice!"
The voice echoed through the ice-covered valley of the Ichupin mountains. No response. For two hours the small group searched for their young leader.
"Alice please!"
Once voice rung above the others. The young male looked slightly irritated but more worried. Sky blue eyes flickered anxiously over the group.
"We'll find her, we have to..."
"And if we don't?"
Spoke the youngest of the group, a small girl. Her hazel eyes glistened with fear for their lost leader.
"Then we'll go back and find help. I promise."
The man picked her up, the ten-year-old sitting on his shoulders, unsure of their future.
The group trudged forwards, their voices sliding over the glistening ice like skates, echoing through the valley.
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Outstretched
Short StoryA short story to oil rusty joints and warm the old furnace.
