THE MOON STONE
THE MOON STONE By Hardrive It was bitter cold and the fridge air hurt Danielle’s lungs. Every breath felt like razors ripping open her chest, but, in spite of the pain… she was forced to… take in large gulps of air… to satisfy her desperate need for oxygen. The struggle to the top of the ridge was exhausting. The icy terrain made the climb difficult, allowing her only a few steps forward for each step she slipped back. That was frustrating but she had no choice but to persevere and do everything in her power to get to the truck before sunset. Tonight was the second night of the new moon and there is nothing darker than a mountain forest on a moonless night. Danielle had forgotten her flashlight and without it she’d never find …