We stood together at the side of the road with our bikes at our sides. Deep in the forest, shafts of evening sunlight formed a brilliant path.
"Let's go!" Zoe said. "We need to follow it!"
"We need to go home."
The path scared me. There were bugs and coyotes and poison ivy in the forest. What if we couldn't come back? We argued until the light shifted and the golden path disappeared. Zoe never forgave me.
About the Creator
- Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge
A Whisper in the Woods
A barely perceptible hum reverberated through the trees. Most humans wouldn’t have noticed, definitely not consciously. Maybe some would have felt a wind that wasn’t there or heard leaves rustle in unison without a breeze to stir them, but none, other than those educated in the ways of the forest, would have known that the trees themselves were speaking. Not for the first time since he set out from Kaidin’s Bend, Caen silently thanked his cousin’s teachings.
By Dominic Casey-Lee4 days ago in Fiction
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Well now I need to know what happened! 😮