Monday, September 29, 2014

And Sometimes They Don't

He thought he'd left them behind; he couldn't remember exactly when it was that he'd last heard their lonely, desperate baying, but it must have been at least three weeks ago.

Or maybe the solitude had made time seem to stretch out in both directions. He didn't have an answer.

But, they were back. Still quite distant, but back. He woke up the next morning and went through the day in the usual way, putting significant miles under his heels, but he couldn't shake that dreadful feeling...

And he wondered, not for the first time, Does anything ever really change?

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Sometimes They Leave You Be

At the very top of the rise, the nearly-full moon hung low in the evening sky before him. A cautious look behind, down to the last bend where the path crooked to the left and disappeared behind a rocky outcropping, presented him with an irresistible urge to sit down right where he stood.

Which is what he did.

There was enough room for his tent and a small fire pit alongside the trail. And, if anyone were to come along, that's just how it would have to be, him sleeping soundly, defenselessly...