Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Footprints in the Snow

I’m a believer. I know Sasquatch is out there.  I’ve seen its tracks and heard it howl.  When I was a teenager, winter camping with my scout troop, we’d spent the night in snow caves. The next morning we found giant footprints. We followed them to a frozen, snow-covered lake.   
        That’s when we heard it howl. Boy, howdy.
        I was a dumb kid. I went out on the ice to where the footprints in the snow suddenly ended at a crack but continued on the other side. Sasquatch had stepped over it, but I couldn’t. I ran back, a believer.

Let’s see what the others wrote.

1 comment:

  1. What an intriguing start. It sounds like it could be a great adventure.