Ezekiel And The Woods: A Narrative Fiction

Ezekiel tumbled to the ground cautiously, letting his vehicle skid to a halt. He heard something sizzle, which couldn’t be a good sign of anything. The air was chilly, but there weren’t many clouds. A sunset lit the place where he’d landed sweetly. He picked a few thorns from his coat sleeve. Casually, he strolled between the trees, hoping that he might be able to find some help. Or some ice cream. Zeke was always up for ice cream.

Making a point to get some, the boy stumbled through mud and woods in an attempt to find someone. Ezekiel then found a stream of running water. He chose to follow it, moments after startling some deer. Zeke hummed the chorus to his favorite song, Strung Along, a song he knew certainly didn’t exist in the time period
Aside from a broken-down shed that looked practically ancient, Zeke saw absolutely nothing to imply anyone being nearby.

Zeke followed the stream until he could see a bridge in the distance. The telltale crunch of leaves alerted him to the presence of a stray cat. The boy got down and kneeled in front of it, rubbing its fur affectionately. The cat was a nice shade of ginger, and it purred loudly at his touch. By Zeke’s guess, a good fifteen to twenty minutes was spent sitting on the ground and petting that cat.

When he finally got up, he remembered his objective and began walking again. Then Zeke froze, turned and picked up the poor cat, then continued on his merry way. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap. Zeke whipped around to find the source, then watched a girl in a sky-blue hoodie with wildly dyed hair sit down and let her feet dangle over the running water. Cat still in hand, Ezekiel ducked for cover.

Annalisa pulled her dyed hair back into a ponytail and slid into her hoodie. The golden five-thirty sunlight tipped the treetops in pastel orange and pink. Carefully closing the door behind her, she walked outside with a half-smile blissfully laid out on her