The twins were the first to reach the shoreline, barreling through the snow like ploughs, kicking up the powder with heavy boots.
The rest of us followed at our own speed, striding, limping, managing best we could with whatever loads or injuries we laboured under.
Nanty and I were the last, she leaning heavily on my arm, though she was no burden – the weight had dropped from her since we left Resolute. Her chest rattled as if her ribs were loose – a bone wind chime, she joked.
‘You see it, Bea?’ she gasped, eyes sparkling. ‘You see it?’
I saw it – a bank of grey cloud, solid as a raft, sitting on the distant water line.
‘Just as I dreamed it,’ she whispered.
Just as we’d all dreamed it, every night for the last seven weeks. Nanty saw salvation, the others hope. What did I see?
Written for What Pegman Saw, the writing prompt that uses Google Street View as its starting point. This week, we visit Resolute in Canada. See here to join in, to read and comment on the other tales.
What do you think Bea sees? What could the others possibly see and what are they all running from? Answers on a postcard – or just pop them in the comments box.