Chapter One
A Short Story
Racing through the woods.
Sneaking up on our prey, my sister and friend, we crawl and trample our way through the misleading path of foliage.
There are holes everywhere; he tells me were to step.
Leading, he climbs a short, but steep hill. Barely makes it.
Pulls himself up with a branch. Gather myself for the quick run up the shabby mountain.
I dash up it, but feel myself being forced down by gravity.
He offers his hand, and I grab at his skinny wrist.
Don't know why, but I like it.
Quick thank-you's are said as we rush through the timber and pine.
Looks back at me, his dark, disheveled hair falls over his excited face.
Brushes away the pesky thorns, and pulls back the ferns for me.
We pass time-worn tires; an old fort?
Suddenly, there's no more brush. Out in the open, the darkness swells over us.
Tall grass makes a quick hide-away. They should be here somewhere. There! They're walking away from us.
Looking down, I swipe burrs off my legs.
He comes up with a plan.
He says "on three", and points to a concrete wall ahead.
"Three!"
....And we're off.
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