The Rogue Speaks:
i know I am later than usual with my offering, but thanks to Nonna Beach, Jenny has given us 200 words plus the prompt for our Saturday Centus. I feel rich beyond all earthly measures! I think I have used my words wisely, but it is up to you to tell me if I have succeeded!
PATH TO THE OTHER SIDE:
Carefully the two picked their way through the tall grass. The night air was cool and damp, and the full moon cast a pale blue light around them.
“I know it’s around here somewhere,” he whispered to her, and gently pulled her along after him on the overgrown path.
“Why are you whispering?” she asked.
”I don’t know. I guess this place seems almost sacred, like an ancient church-yard filled with old head-stones.”
“Oh,” she said, and she held his hand tighter.
The path ended at a stone wall, not quite as tall as he, with weeds reaching almost to the top. The wall was built long ago, and in between the stones, damp moss, slick and cool, filled the places where crumbling mortar held the stones in place. Reverently, he ran his hands over the wall.
“Hah,” he said after a brief silence. “I knew I would find it again. Wait till you see the gate! This place is really old!”
He was anxious to show her the carved gate with rusting hinges that still kept most intruders out. His heart was beating faster, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
"Here!" he cried at last. "You just won't believe this!"