The snow falls thickly now, a shushing whisper against his frozen face. Orpheus swallows and turns his cheek. Is she behind him? He can’t hear her footsteps on the frozen ground or the ragged breath from her lungs as they climb endlessly upward. Have they tricked him? Is that their laughter howling inside the midnight winds?
“Eurydice?” Orpheus breathes. Snow cracks beneath his heel. His heartbeat thuds, his mouth goes dry, and phantom fingers dance along his spine. “There,” he says, hope unfolding like a melody, sweet and pure, driving him on. A glimmering portal of sunlight beckons ahead. “We’re almost there, Eurydice. We’ve made it!”
The wind hisses mournfully beside his ear, and doubt envelops him again. What if she’s not following? What if he’s alone? He has to know. It can’t hurt to look, can it? Not so close to their goal. He can already feel her in his arms, hear her laughter, taste the tears on her face. Heart thudding, love rising, Orpheus looks back.
Day 11! #wordtober words were ‘snow’ and ‘Orpheus’ based on the official Inktober prompts and Holly Dunn’s Greek Mythology list.