| Still the whistling. That damn whistling. Dolly concluded it had something to do with the way she was feeling. The house was now just a matter of leaving the gravel road and walking over to her front door yet it seemed like such an effort. She could just rest where she was at. Suddenly there was a car coming down the road from the direction she had been walking. It brought her out of the dream state she had fallen and then routine took over her thoughts taking her out of the road and to her front door. Dolly stood at the door way and watched the car go down the way she had come. She didn’t see any sign of the creature but she knew it was either there, or it for sure had been there. What did it want? It was definitely scary but at the same time she thought it didn’t mean her any harm. There was no logic for feeling that way yet it was a strong sensation. In fact she thought the whistling, now that she could look back on things, might have been done because he realized he had been seen, and he wanted to put her at ease. Maybe that was their way of making other animals it encountered, to relax. To not go immediately to the flight or fight response that a hard shot of adrenaline is sure to do. next page |  |