Lake Lewisia #83

“May we come in,” he asked with one hand braced on the nearest tree. A rush of foreboding, painless but unnerving, flooded out between the trees, knocking off hats like wind and tinting the air eerie shades of orange. With a shrug, he gestured his friends back down the hill and said, “Some days the forest just isn’t for anyone else.”

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LL#83