For Those Who Dream Monsters [S.S. Col.] by Taborska Anna

Author:Taborska, Anna [Taborska, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Horror, Short Stories, Fiction
Publisher: Mortbury Press
Published: 2015-12-16T07:00:00+00:00

The forest was a frightening place at night. The darkness was full of noises – rustling and scuttling, as startled animals fled before me into the undergrowth. Never for a moment did I stop to think about what I was doing. I only knew that if I didn’t find the girl, my heart would break – indeed, it was breaking already.

“Hello?” I called out, peering between the ancient trees. “Are you there?” Only the wind answered, sighing in the branches. For a moment I thought I glimpsed something white flitting in between the trees nearest the river. “Hey!” I called out, and tried to run, but tripped on a root and almost fell. I righted myself by grabbing hold of a tree, scratching my hand painfully in the process. When I looked up again, there was nothing between the trees, but shadow. I stumbled on in this inept and idiotic way, imagining from time to time that I could see a wisp of blue-white hair ahead of me, stopping only when the dawn chorus broke through my desperate reveries and a rosy glimmer appeared in the east. Defeated and exhausted, I turned around and headed back along the river.

The shouts and laughter, and glow of the bonfire reached me before I broke clear of the tree line. I was surprised to find the young villagers still partying. The boys and girls had largely paired off, and were holding hands and leaping across the fairly feisty remains of the fire. Had I been in a fit state to appreciate what was going on around me, I would no doubt have concluded that their stamina and party spirit was something to be admired, even if the local vodka was a contributing factor.

“Hey!” someone called, and then Piotr was patting me on the back and laughing – a relieved kind of laugh. “Where have you been? I been worried for you!”

“I’m sorry, Piotr,” I muttered gloomily.

“Where you were?”

“I was looking for the girl,” I told him, but didn’t expect to make him understand.

“What girl? All the girls are here…” I must have looked as shattered and distressed as I was feeling, because Piotr put his arm around my shoulders and said, “Come on, my friend, we go home.” I protested weakly, mumbling something about having to look for the girl. “Come on, man,” Piotr steered me in a friendly, but firm manner away from the river. “You look terrible. You need sleep.”

“But…”

“I help you look for girl tomorrow … or actually, later today.” Piotr winked at a cute redheaded girl and whispered something to her that made her smile, then led me back to his grandmother’s house.

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