Written by Lane Gormley, EdS, LPC, BCC, NGHC
Under Cover of Darkness
On a frosty and moonless autumn night near the Brookwood Hills swimming pool, I am mysteriously alone and wandering the woods at the tree line on the steep hill, now so much higher than usual, above the park. I find my way along the winding, narrow path, careful not to slip over the edge into dark nothingness. As I start the dangerous descent to the park, I become aware of a fire’s glow out on the playground. I know that I shouldn’t go out there, but I simply have to. I creep onward in spite of myself, drawn with dreadful foreboding, closer and closer to the crackling, spitting, yellow light and intense heat. It is at this point that I see her, etched black against flame, standing in front of the huge smoking cauldron beneath which the fire blazes. She sees me, too, and begins to howl and cackle. She points at me with a sooty, grizzled finger. I am frozen in my tracks. Nothing can save me. It’s too late. I am doomed.