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The Moon

Allan Onik

    The Moon was full and shined through the trees in the forest. Patrick wore jeans and had a crossbow on his back. A golden retriever walked alongside him. The path was covered with tree roots.
    “I don’t know how they talked me into this hunt, Lacy,” Patrick said to the dog. “It’ll be an experience they said. It’ll teach you to hunt the best buck in the state they said. They told me I’d reach the next level. And now I’m lost in the woods by myself, with no real light to guide me. It’s a damn shame you can’t talk Lacy—I could use some help right now. Things aren’t as they seem here at night. I can barely see the path we’re on. Where am I buddy?”
    The dog barked and ran in circles around his master.
    “No, I’m all out of treats,” Patrick said, “no treats until I find the highway.”
    An owl hooted in the distance. A rustling could be heard from far away. Lacy became excited and barked loudly. Patrick took his crossbow off of his back.
    “There’s no easy way to find your way out of The Dark, to progress into The Light. Everything comes in shades of gray, in stages. The path to the highway, everything. What I’ve learned in my years hunting, Lacy, you must tame the beasts as best you can.”
    The rustling increased rapidly and two large, grey wolves pounced at them. Patrick shot an arrow at one wolf, piercing it in the gut. The wolf rolled over onto its back. Lacy snapped at the other wolf’s neck. At the same time Patrick took out his hunting knife and slit the wolf’s throat.
    “But while walking in the Dark, buddy, things aren’t always as they appear.” Where the old wolf carcasses lay were now two bodies of twisted, deformed demons. One demon had a long, slithering tail. The other had skinny legs and razor claws.
    Lacy whimpered and pressed up against Patrick’s leg. “Don’t be scared Lacy!” Patrick cried, “To give into our fears is to let our demons devour us! We must follow our own inner guidance, and walk the dark paths until The Light remerges.”
    Patrick continued walking and at one point he reached a fork in the road. “We must follow our intuition, Lacy,” Lacy ran left and Patrick followed.

    Patrick walked in the dark for a time, with Lacy happily following at his side. “You know,” Patrick said, “sometimes it may take time for The Light to remerge.” Patrick knelt down and in the dust of the trail found an hourglass. He let it go and it began to float next to him at eye level. “But we must continue,” he said, “or we will perish.”

    The Sun emerged over the highway. “Look there, Daddy,” said a young girl in a passing car. They could just barely make out a tired looking man and his hunting dog emerge from the forest tree line.

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