Tracy Boyes

Papa Sacapaca

English

I can hear twigs snapping and leaves rustling underfoot. Someone or something is following me in this forest. Panic begins to swell and I pick up the pace, I'm running away but from who or what? My foot snags on a tree root and I fall face first. I can taste the dirt and blood.

Someone fell in the forest. I could hear the scream and the hit against the ground in the near distance. There's a lot of paranoia these days at night. Maybe I can help the stranger. I'm carefully heading to the sound...

The commotion had excited milo, and being the inquisitive border collie that he was he bolted towards the sound while I struggled to catch up. Suddenly everything went silent and the blood curdling scream turned into a

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