Denmark: What Once has been

In front of her the marsh stretched out as far as the eye could see…but the fog slithered above the water like a white snake. Lost, scared to death, the cold running down her spine, she  cries her tears out. She feels lonely, but she is not alone out there. A raven follows her footsteps… where could home be? Is there a way out of this darkness? Should she be more careful about sounds echoing around?

By Jamie Isabeau Anderson, Denmark