Friday, November 4, 2016
Sharks! In the Woods!
I slithered slowly, aware of every twig snapping beneath my Converse sneakers. The light was fading and the trees were beginning to look like monsters with their scrawny arms reaching out to grab me. Nothing was familiar, yet everything was familiar. The path looked the same. The trees looked the same. I hadn't seen another hiker in several hours and I knew why. These woods were infamous for attacks. The trees bore the signs of damage. Many had rigid chunks missing where they had been bitten. It wasn't a bear. It wasn't a cougar. This forest was the only one of its kind. .....The sharks swam at night. They were hungry and they were angry. I bent to tie my shoe. When I looked up, I was surrounded.