Cricket Creek Bog west coast blues

@Daivya

he prayed that the rest of his scars would heal in due time, but fate had something different in mind. the scars would burn with more ferocity with each passing day. and every day he’d do his best to brush it off. “its ok. i’ll be fine.” that’s what he would say to his concerned companions. but the pain became unbearable at some point. if he didn’t get help soon, he feared something terrible would happen.

issun stumbled across the pools of water. his vision was blurred from the agony. i can’t give up, he thought, they’re counting on me. they were close to their destination, he couldn’t let these wounds get the best of him.