What Was That?
What Was That? A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I braked suddenly. Had I taken a wrong turn? No, that can't be. I had driven through this since I was twenty. Before that, I had no courage. But the mist was never this thick. At least I was able to know where there is a stone, where there are trees. Today, I don't know what had happened to it. I came out of my car. It belonged to my boss. Ten years old, mandatory repairment every three days. Why the heck wouldn't he buy a new one? I always had a dream to drive a Ford, but no, he would give me this second-hand car of his to drop his children. They must have been frustrated by now. Right?! Whatever, I locked the vehicle and walked towards the cry, it sounded like a masculine voice. These misty moors, hide a lot more than it is hidden from the eyes! I took the stony path to the top. I switched on the flashlight, but alas, it had been drained. Excessive use, I suppose. Without a flashlight, I am a tiny little mouse! I th...