She had only been taking a photo of the landscape in the opposite direction and when she turned back around, he was gone. Searching the area around her feverishly, she suddenly saw a hand shoot out of the ground somewhere ahead of her. Horrified, she recognised it as her husband’s.
Ignoring the tug of the bog, she dragged her feet forwards, inch by inch trying to reach him. They had gone too far, this was never meant to happen, she felt like screaming.
When she tripped over the thick undergrowth that zigzagged across her path, she desperately pushed herself forward, her hand reaching for her husband’s, who had now resurfaced and was trying to force his way back to safe ground. Their hands brushing for a second, their eyes met. Then both were sucked deep into the abyss of the bog.
© 2016
Friday Fictioneers, 5th February 2016
Photo prompt provided by Erin Leary
FELICIA HEILGENDORFF 
Oh, how very scary!
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Yes, one had better be careful where to place one’s feet… It’s not always what it looks like.
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Yikes! I’m going to have second thoughts about where I’m standing every time I take a photo from now on.
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Yeah, you might also want to check whether you’re standing in a normally stable muddy field or whether it’s a disguised bog… Thanks for reading!
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Forever together… in a less than romantic way…
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Tis true, though I would certainly not call that romantic either…
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Scary. I could feel their terror. Great job.
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Thank you! I hope I’m not responsible now for causing too many nightmares…
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You’re welcome. I’ll let you know:)
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Oh, scary! The photo does looks eerie. Well done! But at the very least they’re together, huh?
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Thank you! I guess you could say that, though I’m not so sure whether that’s such a good thing…
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Well, looking at the oddly brighter side. It is. 🙂 🙂
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I could hear the squelching beneath them with your story. Well done.
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Ooh, that word suits the atmosphere of the bog very well. Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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This is a great description, I can almost see the mud-smeared shape of the husband struggling. They died trying to help each other, what more can you do?
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Thank you! Yes, indeed, what more can you do. They loved each other so much, they rather tried to help one another, instead of trying to save themselves.
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Oh! Till death brings us together!
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What a terrible way to go. So sad!
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Indeed. Thank you for reading!
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