Her foot caught on something and she stumbled. A flat desert lay in front of her, the sand smooth as ice. She looked behind them. He had guided her down a large path, and a single-pointed arch decorated the end of the wing. It reminded her of the old arch in the city, except this one stood by itself, a solitary piece against an empty plain.
Thank you to my patrons:
Tamar, Jennifer, Val, Dustin, Olga, Naomi.