100 words x 365 days
Moss covered the ground with a thick bed of damp and matted grass. The scent is pungent to the nose. Footfalls muffled by the thick under bedding of the earth. Feet bare, she walked along an unchartered path. Her hair tied in silk, she was a pauper dressed in the finest of wares. A flouncy dress bounced at her thighs, the bodice tied in the same ribbon from her hair. Aspirations, none, but oh, the adventure of getting nowhere was strong inside the young woman. Flowers picked along the way, her subtle innocence a beacon to the darkness in all.