Monday, August 15, 2011
They stopped on the forest trail and stared ahead. After a minute, they glanced back.
They stared some more.
"I know this trail."
"I know every part of it. I know the spot where we're standing."
"But I don't know that." He pointed ahead where the trees reached taller and darkened. The trail dipped down out of sight. "There's nothing like that on our land."
"Could we have gotten turned around? Maybe we wandered off the wrong way."
"No. No way."
"I know this trail. I know where we turned onto it. I know every step we took from the cabin. I could walk this in my sleep."
"Still, we don't walk this particular one all the time."
"It doesn't matter. I've walked it plenty. I know it."
They stared some more. His hands were planted on his hips.
She looked up. "Did the sun just go in? It seems darker."
"But there aren't any clouds."
"Forget about that. Let's just go back."
"But that's where we're going! Ahead!"
"No. Not anymore. Let's circle back the way we came."
They turned around to face the other way.
"That's not where we came from," she said.
"That wasn't there a minute ago."
"I'm seriously getting freaked out," he said.
"It's even darker. And colder."
"Does the sky look purple to you?"
A branch snapped to their left. A huge animal with a bristly blue coat stalked toward them. It had white wavy teeth.
Their necks tilted back as it approached. It towered at least fifteen feet high.
Some sort of growl rumbled low in its throat.