“We’re lost,” Gretchen said with a hopeless groan.
“Stupid, of course, we’re not lost. We haven’t turned off the path. Give us the map.” Hans snatched it from her. “See. There. The path continues.”
“Into nettles and brambles, we can’t see beyond them.”
“Then we’ll have to be intrepid explorers. Come on.”
52 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Intrepid
This is a familiar scenario on my rambles. Just ask my daughter, my rambling companion. Oh dear, Intrepid Explorers again.