From a collection of 100-word stories & wonders
Snowflakes drifted from an ash-pale sky. On earth, snow pillowed in crooks and hollows, on crowding oaks and red-berried blackthorn. Marguerite, her senses heightened by brisk morning air, slowed to a snow-muffled walk. She reined at the sight of a crystalized spiderweb strung across her path, like some gossamer fairy gate. While her gray stood quietly, steam rising, Marguerite dismounted. Inspected. Beyond this icy dreamcatcher, the narrow trail wandered off into an immensity of white… nothingness. The snowfall thickened. Marguerite shivered. No longer alone with her busy thoughts, but engulfed in utter silence, she remounted and fled.