The fog hung heavy as a wet sheet shrouding the naked trees. The confused pair couldn’t see past a nose. Footfall on dried leaves warned they weren’t alone.
The quaking boy tugged on the weary girl’s hand. He breathed into her little ear. “Come—this way.”The girl’s forehead drew tight. He nodded, outstretched hand before him, scanning.
He squinted behind them but no image unfurled.
“Run, Lucy. Don’t let go my hand.” Four little feet churned sticks and leaves until they crashed and plunged. Soft autumn leaves cushioned and covered the runaways.
“I’m right behind you!”
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