“Creak in the woods”
Juan Bautista

“Get up son. It’s time.” Rico’s father beamed in excitement. For that day was hunt day. They were about to go to the woods for a two day hunting. “Comin’ Pops.” Rico answered scornfully. It was a cold four  o’clock in the morning and his body didn’t want to leave his bed that early. And in fact, he doesn’t even have a mite of interest. A ten year old boy should be watching TV, playing and sleeping on the weekends. Not to crawl and crouch in the middle of the desolated woods, and wait patiently for hours in a chilling weather holding a crossbow and binoculars. Continue reading “Creak in the woods” →