Whitney Writes…

The rest of the walk to the village was quiet, companionable, but quiet. Elliot knew Cirice didn’t like to ask her father for things, especially things that required the use of his position. It was bad enough that she had achieved her goal of being named Headmistress last school year and the gossip columns loved to tout that it was all because of her father…

The forest that ebbed in closer to this part of the path looked murky. The warm glow of the streetlights did nothing to penetrate the darkness of the trees. Cirice found it perfect to match her mood.

Inktober 2025, Prompt #4: MURKY🧡🖤👻🎃