The Visitation

A tiny story about creation

Adversity Makes Strange Bed Fellows by Gregori Maiofis

She found him where the split path led to the pond, beside the pine trunk gnawed from beaver jaws. His back rested against a boulder and he sat on his haunch as he regarded her with a bare levity that was unnerving.

She knew at once that she could not outrun him, but his casual repose lacked any sort of urgency. Should she play opossum?

“Are you alright,” she asked.

“The birds and the foxes have eaten all the blueberries,” he said.