I was on my way to desecrate my sons grave knowing full well that if caught, I would have a lot of explaining to do. But, I guess I didnt care, letting the feeble light drift from one head stone to another while thinking of kicking myself for not checking on the charge. Unfortuneatly, that thought came only after I switched on the flashlight. And that was about four minutes ago as it suddenly dimmed to a worthless glow. At first, I thought it an omen. A sign warning me of my duty ahead. This was enough to have me pause, reconsidering what my instructions were and as I did, I pulled the miniture owl from my pocket. Its density had me surprised as I unhooked it from where he said it would be. And now, as I drew it out from my pocket, its tiny oval shaped eyes slowly rolled open as if coming awake, shedding a strange colored hue on the names etched upon granite stone. I dropped the flashlight and continued on while knowing Michaels grave had to be close. No sooner had the strange hue touched on the lettering, did the owl take flight, alighting upon the week old grave. Ignoring my tears, I went to it but before I actually reached the figurine, it spun madly in a vicious circle. Peering into the black hole, I knew I had no other chioce but to follow. Dull and boring I would have understood but he didn’t mention any of that. Instead, Michael thought this place hell. Torturous and beyond barbaric rituals of pain, disgust and outright evil is how I envision hell to be. And, if this place was any of that, I wanted to find a way out. And fast. With a bit of effort, I cocked a knee then heaved unsteadily upon my feet. Michael moved in for which I was grateful as he steadied me. With my boy’s help, I was able to look around to what surrounded us. It hit me then, thudding between my eyes, prompting the question, “You got a safe place?” Michael nodded, “Follow me.” I did. My boy still possesed his kindness, allowing for my forward progress in the way of holding back snapping twigs and pointing out camouflaged creatures. It was these hidden creatures that had me believing I wasn’t in Kansas anymore, especially when one jumped out onto the trail, separating me from my boy. I froze, unable to do anything but stare into its mustard looking eyes. Thankfully, Michael attacked with a frenzy of arms, sending the creature loping off. Afterward, he gave me a look before saying, “They’re kind of like a St. Bernard tucked in frog skin.” He grinned then set off again. I followed after, all to ready to leave behind the billowing snorts of unnatural beasts.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 01:18:43 +0000
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