Description
The fog people crept through the trees on silent feet. Water, trapped by hanging moss, waited for unsuspecting passersby. An eerie quiet settled into the very land itself. Nothing moved.
A body lay half-hidden by bracken fern in a small glen a few hundred feet from a well used trail. No broken branches, flattened blades of grass, or bent twigs gave evidence of how it got there. It rested, waiting, with no particular place to go.
Surprise registered on the face. The eyebrows arched and wrinkled the forehead. A small hole, centered between and a little above the eyes, peeked from between two of the folds. No other signs of violence marked the body. No insects had yet appeared on the scene.
The feet seemed to be out of alignment with the body. A mist covered the shoes, blurring their image. A shimmering nestled within the mist, making it difficult for the eyes to recognize a consistent pattern. At this place, the world shifted out of phase with itself.
The body’s spirit hovered nearby until it sensed the approach of another being. It floated over to the trail, left a marker, and vanished. Mid path, a rock gathered moisture left behind by the fog people. It smiled to itself, for it knew what was coming.
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