I took a walk on a Saturday afternoon. I was at my dad’s house for the first time since January. His house was far away, past any other houses I knew. My mother called this place the tiniest town on earth. I didn’t mind, though. It would have been quiet, except for his new wife and kids. If I ever needed space, I could go to the fields that surrounded the house. They were a gorgeous bright green and smelled of wildflowers. They had a hold on me. It felt beyond life. If you stopped and admired their beautiful paths, you’d find even more to look at. During that afternoon, I finally had enough of his new wife and her kids. The house was just too noisy for me. Nobody else was ever in the fields. It was always just me and my thoughts. I collected some overgrown flowers as I walked. I didn’t feel very good, and I thought maybe it would be good if I cut my walk short, but no matter how many times I hesitated, my brain told me to keep going. I moved swiftly along the path. I heard a noise. I stopped. It was a strange noise, no noise I had ever heard before. It was human. At least, I allowed myself to think it was human.
“Hello?” I asked, slightly embarrassed. What was the harm? If it was an animal, then I’d look stupid for a moment, but what’s a little stupid if you’re all alone in a field beside a measly rabbit? Nothing. The rows of overgrown grass began to shake, but there was no wind, so why were they shaking? “Listen! If you think you’re so funny, then show your face,” I commanded. Out of the grass stepped a creature. I was wrong before. It wasn't human. It was something I’d never seen before.