Beaten Path
A/N: Someone asked for an example of my original fiction. Here you go: a tiny snippet of something that was later reworked and published.
BEATEN PATH
The road cut off Route 24 and went meandering vaguely uphill into the forest. For a quarter mile it was paved. After that the trees closed in around it and it dissolved into gravel, then dirt, and weeds last of all. A colorless sign stood crooked there in the nodding dandelions and barberry, its pocked surface displaying a rash of woodpecker marks and the words NO OUTLET. At this sign a Jeep trundled to a stop. The motor blatted once. Quit. The door opened and a man got out. For a moment he stood stock-still in the Jeep’s shadow, his head cocked. It seemed that he was waiting for something.


