“What is this stuff?” Mary asked.
Victor knelt before the multicolored goop flowing down the hillside. “It moves like lava.”
“That’s not lava.”
“It looks to be biological.” Victor examined a small sample on the end of a twig.
“It’s alive?” Sarah stepped backward.
“No, but I’d wager to guess that it’s from something that is.”
“The source would have to be massive.”
“Indeed.” Victor dropped the twig and backed away from the flowing puss. “Local lore tells of such a creature. I thought it was just a story, but if it’s true, we’ll never leave this place. Not alive.”
This tale was written for Friday Fictioneers. I’m not sure if he’s serious or just playing a cruel joke on her. I’ll leave that up to you to decide.
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