We stopped to rest
alongside a stream.
The water was clear and
clean.
Fish swam by us, their
scales a rainbow of reflected light.
I sat next to Doug, away
from the group.
He had been quiet the
entire walk.
While the rest of us had
looked at the forest with wide eyes filled with wonder, Doug seemed lost in his
own head.
I asked him what was
wrong.
“I swore I would never
set foot in this city again.”
Why?
“I have my reasons. I… I
don’t know if those reasons are even still out here, but if they are, I’m not
sure I want to face them right now.”
I reminded him that he
had faced demons.
Not the internal kind, or
the personal kind, but literal demons.
Big slimy things with
tentacles.
He laughed at me.
“Some things are scarier
then demons.”
For the life of me, I
couldn’t figure out what those “things” were.
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