Chapter 47: The Great Escape

He crashed through the thorny branches tearing at his shirt and scratching his face. He had a knife-like pain in his side from running but his mind attempted to ignore the pain. His legs avoided rocks and jumped over fallen logs of their own accord. Somehow he reached an open path. He could see a small patch of open night sky above him. The sweat stang his bloody scratches as he ran down the path. Imperceptibly the small patch of open sky closed as the tall trees conferred in susurrating whispers.

The left side of him smashed against a tree knocking the wind out of him momentarily but he kept on running trying to reach the edge of the forest and the clearing where Lem’s and Yani’s cave.

He ran into another wall of branches with thorns and down the path to his right. He came into a clearing lit palely by the weak starlight from above.

He slowed down when he came to a more-or-less flat boulder half sunk in the middle of the clearing. He decided to sit on it for a few moments just to catch his breath and his bearings. He examined his surroundings.

He saw the Tin Man sitting on the tree trunk between the two bushes.

The Tin Man raised one metal finger. A multitude of voices murmured something unintelligible.

The young man got up and ran out of the clearing crashing through the thorny branches tearing at his shirt and scratching his face. His legs avoided the rocks and jumped over the fallen logs. He reached the open path and could see a small patch of open night sky above him. The sweat stang his bloody scratches as he ran down the path. Imperceptibly the small patch of open sky closed as the tall trees leaned into each other.

He smashed against a tree knocking the wind out of him but kept on running.

He ran into another wall of branches and down the path to his right. He came into the clearing and slowed down when he came to a flat boulder. He sat down on it and examined his surroundings. He saw the Tin Man sitting on the tree trunk.

The Tin Man raised two metal fingers and a multitude of voices murmured something unintelligible.

The young man ran out of the clearing crashing through the thorny branches tearing at his shirt and scratching his face. His legs avoided rocks but not the fallen log which he tripped over and hit his head on a rock. A blackness darker than the night engulfed him.

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel

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