this morning #706.

this morning, as a thick fog rolled over the hills, he hurried his way up to higher ground to get around the watchful eyes of all the spies. he was sure they were just biding their time, hiding behind their pretty lies. up the footpath. past the last mile marker before the trees start to get thick. into his favorite cave. behind a seemingly casual pile of rocks he had set up in anticipation of a moment just like this. nobody would think to look for him in here. seriously. even after the missing person’s report was filed. even after all twelve episodes of his sister’s podcast had aired. even after the bear that’d mauled him in his sleep that first night up there had finally died of old age.