Then there was that moment when he almost lost his grip on the rope and went tumbling back down the hillside. Was the creature what he saw that had started to dart out like … like it was going to catch him? And then when he was able to right himself it went diving back into cover. Then there was the phone and rifle being right there where he had tied off the rope. So many questions ran through Stan’s mind. Was it smart enough to realize he would need his hands free to climb the rope so it placed the rifle and phone up there? It couldn’t have been for any other reason he could think of except perhaps that the knot where he had tied the rope, was the closest thing to humans out here. Now its been a few years passed. Stan still hauls his old fruit up to the dumping spot. He looks for footprints but never finds any. The fruit is gone however. He still feels like he’s being watched when he goes hunting but now he feels like it is like having a guardian angel watching his back in the woods. It may be nothing, or maybe its his imagination but it is a comforting feeling all the same. Oh and he doesn’t go out in the woods at night but has heard from neighbors that they sometimes hear a strange howl that they can’t identify. He replies to them that is the call of my guardian angel. We’ve never met formally but I know he’s there. The End |  |
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