~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
She started to stir as they tried to figure out how to get her back up the mountain.
“Clarke?” Bellamy pushed the hair from her face then gently wiped a streak of dirt from her temple with his thumb.
She groaned. Then her eyes opened. She blinked a few times before focusing on Micah.