Its size! When he allowed his hands to gently and lightly explore further he quickly became aware of the size of the thing next to him. It is huge. This all happened in a matter of seconds. Immediately the flight or fight instinct kicked in and it was raging for flight. It took all his control to fight the urge to go rushing off into the darkness because surely whatever was out there was less scary than what was laying next to him. Foolish would have been the word to use if Stan had allowed himself to rush out into the darkness of the night with no idea where he was at, or for that matter why he was there? The last thing Stan remembered was losing his footing on that hillside and rolling to the ground and he must have hit his head on the way down. That had been just a few hours after lunch time. Obviously it was now dark outside. From the feel of the night he would guess it was late into the morning. Closer to dawn than dusk. next page |  |