The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
halfshellvenus

I B: Return home

Harry turned around and walked back the way he came in. At least, he thought it was the same way. Or was it back through that grove of trees?

He wandered in several directions, looking for something familiar. It was even darker than earlier, and the path still more treacherous. He stumbled over clumps of weeds and slipped on loose stones, dropping the flashlight again and again until it finally went out.

What? Oh no!

Harry twisted the top of the flashlight, smacked it with his hand, anything to get it working again.

He heard howling nearby, a high-pitched sound like the crying of wolves. But surely—


(Oh, dear. It appears Harry is doomed. Try again?)

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