Post by Rictras Shard on Jun 10, 2015 13:28:19 GMT -4
In St. Eleanor's, a suburb of my town, there are two trailer parks that are separated by a small woods. Numerous paths run all over the place in there. Partway through is a clearing, where you can find two stone foundations of buildings that have been gone since before I was born (at least, there were foundations, they might be gone by now). Along one side of the clearing are several homes.
When I was in my late teens, I lived in one of the trailer parks. A friend (Rick once again, to those of you who have read my other threads in Lethal LIfe), and I were walking from his house about a mile away to get to my trailer. Rather than take the road, which would have added about five minutes to our journey, we decided to cut through the woods. It was dark, but I had been through there hundreds of times and could likely walk through it blindfolded. As for Rick, I think it was his first time going through, as he had never spent much time in that part of the neighbourhood.
To keep him entertained, I was of course telling him stories about some spooky things that had supposedly happened there years earlier. When we got to the clearing, I pointed out the foundations and told him how thorakor thought he saw a skull under a collapsed part of the stone about nine years earlier.
Moments later, we heard a loud baying from the edge of the clearing. After a moment's shock, I realized it was a dog, likely from one of the houses. It sounded quite close, though, and I was concerned it might be untied. I turned around to tell Rick that perhaps we should go back.
Rick wasn't there. However, the sounds coming from that direction revealed that he was already well on his way back out of the woods, apparently charging right through the trees rather than wasting valuable time going around them.
Yes, Rick had left me to die.
I left at a noticeably less brisk pace, as I had less faith in my ability to charge over trees than Rick did in his. When I reached him, I didn't say anything too harsh, because I was rather amused about the situation. We then took the long way to my trailer.
When I was in my late teens, I lived in one of the trailer parks. A friend (Rick once again, to those of you who have read my other threads in Lethal LIfe), and I were walking from his house about a mile away to get to my trailer. Rather than take the road, which would have added about five minutes to our journey, we decided to cut through the woods. It was dark, but I had been through there hundreds of times and could likely walk through it blindfolded. As for Rick, I think it was his first time going through, as he had never spent much time in that part of the neighbourhood.
To keep him entertained, I was of course telling him stories about some spooky things that had supposedly happened there years earlier. When we got to the clearing, I pointed out the foundations and told him how thorakor thought he saw a skull under a collapsed part of the stone about nine years earlier.
Moments later, we heard a loud baying from the edge of the clearing. After a moment's shock, I realized it was a dog, likely from one of the houses. It sounded quite close, though, and I was concerned it might be untied. I turned around to tell Rick that perhaps we should go back.
Rick wasn't there. However, the sounds coming from that direction revealed that he was already well on his way back out of the woods, apparently charging right through the trees rather than wasting valuable time going around them.
Yes, Rick had left me to die.
I left at a noticeably less brisk pace, as I had less faith in my ability to charge over trees than Rick did in his. When I reached him, I didn't say anything too harsh, because I was rather amused about the situation. We then took the long way to my trailer.