31 Days Of Flash Fiction - Day 18

Happy Friday, everyone! Hope your week was great!

There are faces in the trees.
They watch me as I pass. Licking their lips.
I catch them out of the corner of my eye. When I look, they’re gone.
I’ve been lost for 3 weeks. Walking blindly through the autumn woods. Peter is gone and I’m still lost. We came to hunt, to camp, to laugh.
We did the first two and some of the third, until we got turned around.
I’m determined to make it out alive, but the trees-the trees know my secret. And they smile and watch as I wander alone.
Like I said, Peter is gone now, all used up.
And I’m still hungry.