Saturday, May 7, 2016

Fire at Dusk: Part 8


Buck and Shirley Sue set out following the glimmer of soft yellow light across a part of the meadow which had rarely been traversed by either of the duo. The clear night sky revealed a spectacular view, clusters of stars delicately balanced in the heavens. The peacefulness of the night was in direct opposition to the feeling of dread which filled the hollow of Buck's stomach. He looked at Shirley Sue. The soft glow of the the waxing crescent moon turned her hair to a gentle silver hue and revealing the soft curves of her face. His heart fluttered for a moment as the beauty of her profile was burned into his mind. His dread was washed away by a serenity he hadn't experienced before.
The two traveled in silence until they reached the forest's edge. A large moss covered boulder sat adjacent to a muddy trail, parts of which were obscured by fallen trees and forest debris. Buck shined his flashlight along the path and observed sets of boot-shaped puddles which traveled down the length of the path, focusing on a recent set which appeared to still be filling up with the muddy water.
“Huh, it looks like he's gone off to the old mill,” said Shirley Sue.
“Why do you reckon he's gone out that way...” Buck trailed off.
“There's only one way to find out,” Shirley Sue asserted as she stepped into the mud, her boots creating fresh silhouettes in the watery earth.
The two travelers sloshed along the swampy path, swishing away swarms of mosquitoes with their free hands. They caught sight of the occasional footprint, but the light of Mike's flashlight had disappeared, obscured by the thick forest. After a while the path began to slope upward and the mud gave way to firm ground.
“We're almost there,” said Shirley Sue.
They continued walking up the path, both relieved from the uneventful nature of their journey. They reached the end of the path and saw the large abandoned mill spread out directly before them. A foul oder hung in the air. The two approached the structure when they heard what sounded like angry shouting coming from inside.

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