Ten-Minute Write: Up Ahead

“I think I found a way around it.” Benny. Smiling. I’m thinking there’s no way.

“Bullshit,” I say. “There’s no way around. You’ve got the henchies camped to the left, and the right is a poisonous bog. You think we can swim through that bog, forget it, I’ve already tried. Well, Finn tried, and Finn is dead.”

“Exactly.”

“What do you mean exactly?”

“Follow me.”

I did, incredulous for a bit. But then I saw what he might be thinking. “Aren’t you forgetting something? What about that mad twenty-foot-tall buzzard up there?”

Benny pulled something out of his pocket. I smiled.

“You tricky son of a bitch,” I said.

Benny just kept on smiling.

Up ahead, everything kept on thinking we’d never make it through.