From his position at the top of the small rise he saw nothing but trees. He had been walking for hours plunging through the underbrush. No paths this deep in the woods.
He stopped to rest a bit and try to get his bearings. He could hear running water nearby and headed in that direction. He was thirsty and water would be refreshing.
The stream was clear and cool so he paused to take a drink. He sat down and listened intently for any sign of life.
Eventually he heard the sound of a vehicle engine and headed in that direction. He continued his plunge through the underbrush, stopping just inside the tree line. He sat down and assessed the current situation.
He saw a house, a truck and a woman. The woman was coming out of the house and heading to the back of the truck. She loaded her arms with more of her belongings and headed back inside.
The house must have been recently refurbished as he could smell fresh paint. There was a fence around the property.
The woman came out of the house for another load and he determined that she must be alone. He had seen no other signs of life.
He strolled out of the woods as he watched her carry in her present load and headed for the open back of the truck and jumped up inside and sat waiting.
She came back outside to get another load and found him sitting there. Luckily she didn’t go into cardiac arrest at her first glimpse of him.
“Well, hello! Where did you come from,” she said startled.
He replied to her question politely, offering greetings. Her smile widened and she reached out to touch him, carefully, waiting until he raised his chin and purred happily.
This is my first entry for In Mon (Inspiration Monday) —– Tessa
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
GHOST OF THE LIVING