She turned around with an exasperated sigh. “We’re not lost. I know exactly where we are and where we are going.”
“You said we’d be there before it got dark!”
Her eyes narrowed. “Yeah, well I didn’t expect you to drag your feet quite this much. I could’ve walked there and back three times by now!”
She turned on her heel and set off down the path, not listening as he continued to grumble and mumble in her wake.
She didn’t want him to see how worried she was. They weren’t lost, but the forest was dark, the path was overgrown and the batteries in the torch were fading. She shook it, but the beam was already struggling to penetrate the darkness.
“If you would just walk a little quicker, we can be there in, like, ten minutes,” she said, looking over her shoulder.
He wasn’t there.
The silence was broken only by the leaves rustling in the breeze. She looked around, the beam of her torch dancing across bushes and tree trunks.
Her voice suddenly sounded very small, and very, very lost.
He jumped out at her from behind a bush. She screamed and dropped the torch. It flickered and went out, leaving them in darkness.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: The Three Word Wednesday prompt this week is Drag, Mumble and Penetrate.)