Are we out the woods. Are we in the clear yet.
He sits on the hood of his car. Waiting. Just waiting. 2am. 3am. 4am. The hours come and go and he never moves. His head is bent towards the ground; his eyes never moving from the dirt on the side of the road. Concentrating on nothing; nothing but the time passing him by.
The sun’s first ray shines over the horizon, through the forest behind the car. He turns and waits, watching.
If you and I were there, we would swear she walked out from the tree line. But that isn’t what happened. She appeared, out of nothing at all.
A vignette, a 100-word drabble, inspired by a mix of Taylor Swift’s “Out of the Woods” and Maggie Stiefvater’s “The Dream Thieves”.