Trepidation
Landslide. Highway closed. Closest motel, five miles back.
The adjoining restaurant was packed. I sat at a table with a couple
and their three high-spirited children. Rain fogged our window.
Someone outdoors fleeted past us.
“Creek flooded road to my cabin,” an elderly gent spoke as we both
exited. “Why are you here?”
I wiped my eyeglasses pretending not to hear. “Can you please walk me
to my room.”
He laughed. “Why, you scared?”
“I saw a prowler earlier.”
He obliged.
Next day’s news revealed that a bear had to be tranquilized on the
grounds, taken back into the woods.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Published
at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words,
Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press),
ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
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