By Don Tassone
He should have known better.
He had hiked this far before. But he wasn’t counting on such a steep climb or getting lost or running out of daylight.
If he’d only brought a compass or flashlight. If he hadn’t been so cocky. If he hadn’t been such a loner.
Now, in the fading light, as his eyes scanned the mountain peaks below, he knew he’d need to find a place to spend the night.
He spotted a cave and ducked inside. He had just lain down when he heard a deep, menacing growl.
He was a loner, but he wasn’t alone.
Good story. All loners have gotten themslves into these types of situations. Metaphorically of course.
Thank you, SueAnn.
Beautiful job, Don. The last line did the trick. Great impact.
Thanks, Bobby. Emily deserves the credit for that last line. What an editor!
I think the last line was totally unnecessary.
The “…..deep menacing growl” was perfect and set the scene for the inevitable.