Here is another great piece by Gwendolyn Saltzman. I really like the characterization she does here, much of it through the dialogue. And the prose is simply excellent. She is definitely my style of writer. My only critique would be that it feels incomplete. It seems to me that the main crisis is being trapped in the rockslide, but by the end they have not yet escaped or resolved the problem. Maybe I am missing something?
Catia liked breathing. There was something pleasant about the liquid feeling of a breath, pulled gently over her tongue, warmed in her chest, pressed back out. It was soothing, the gentle tug on muscle. It rooted her into the world, with the sweetness, sharpness, spice, sourness hanging in the air.
But she didn’t need to breathe, and just now, it seemed selfish.
The crash and roar of the rockslide had shocked her out of two or three breaths. The sudden darkness and the ringing in her ears made her forget for another long moment. She blinked, and waited, perfectly still. The ringing died down. Her eyes slowly turned the darkness into gray, shifting shadows. Fynn’s breaths began to echo in the newly shortened space.
“Catia?” Fynn called.
She took in air, just to respond. “I’m here.”
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