The Fish People
If you read long enough, you will be greeted by the fish. There was a cluster of light forming at the end of the forest line. I found myself focusing on it. Obsessing over it. A beacon screaming its importance to me in my yearning for direction. I followed it through the brush and the bramble as a twig swung at me out of nowhere. Jabbing out from the field of pine tree soldiers, the twig punctu...