Micah
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My car.
As soon as my boots hit the dirt road, the sun stopped.
Not faded.
Not drifted away.
Stopped.
I stood there in silence, gasping, ears ringing, waiting for something to come crashing out of the woods.
Nothing did.
I opened the door with shaking hands, tossed my pack in, and drove like hell.
When I got back into town the next morning, I stopped for gas.
I must have looked like I'd crawled out of a bog mud cake boots.
The gash on my hand I didn't even remember.
I'd bloodshot.
The attendant stared at me for a second, then asked where I'd been.
I told him for a jaw-holler.
His face dropped.
They are not trail markers.
They are graves.
Then he looked me straight in the eye.
You're lucky you got out.
I didn't say anything.