tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post7546635139193803293..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: An October VisitorWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-87807447490411213392012-10-09T10:51:49.977-04:002012-10-09T10:51:49.977-04:00Walking through the woods
one crisp October mornin...Walking through the woods<br />one crisp October morning,<br />I spotted the shack<br />my kin had built long ago<br />tucked away among the trees.<br /><br />No one had lived here<br />in quite some time, but something<br />struck me as odd so<br />and I headed toward the shack<br />as quietly as I could.<br /><br />Leaves crunched under foot<br />regardless of how slowly<br />I walked. I must have<br />sounded like an army, but<br />I heard another foot crunch.<br /><br />I whipped around, scared<br />someone was following me,<br />but there was no one.<br />I covered the last leafless<br />yards silently, my pulse racing.<br /><br />I peered cautiously<br />around the shack and nearly<br />screamed at the horror<br />before me. Encased in bags,<br />humans were camping out back.Rob Halpinhttp://pubwrite.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com