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Chapter Two

The field of rolling boulders.

 

Side by side, once Benny and Vincent step over the threshold, the door and its framework draw within itself until there is nothing left.

Absentmindedly, Benny reaches for a smoke and catching the motion of his hand, Vincent dreams of Lori fresh from the shower, her eyes dancing as she encircles his neck. Missing her kiss, as it is right now, the only way home rests on them finding a key hanging from a string deep in the heart of a wicked forest. Until that time comes, dry comes to mind, the ground thirsty and wondering if it ever rains here, what draws his attention is a tree full of extraordinary looking birds sporting magnificent beaks. “We have an audience.” Benny is cool about it, “They’re thinking we’re their next meal.” Sad, but true, Vincent thinks of those before them, and how the birds look fed and well rested. Not liking the vision in his head, Vincent fights off the thought of never seeing Lori again.