Lake Lewisia #1027

[scrubjayspeaks]

The boy scout, separated from her troop by something that rode the line between deliberate abandonment and happy accident, wandered deeper into the forest with ever-roving eyes. For all that she didn't fit with the other boys, for all that she longed to be part of a different club, she had been happy enough to learn the skills, and she noted the slant of fading daylight, the chatter of woodpeckers, and the bloom of edible mushrooms as she walked. It took only slightly longer to realize the woodpecker was tapping out Morse code, and it took no time at all for her to follow when she translated the message of "this way, this way."

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LL#1027