The Railroad Tracks by TempusFugitive1, literature
Literature
The Railroad Tracks
"Come on!" he grabbed my hand and pulled me farther along into the darkness. His grip was tight and reassuring. His eyes sparked with mischievous pleasure. I stumbled along after him.
The woods loomed above and around us. The ancient oak and maple trees twisted along the path, leaving roots and creepers and god-knows-what-else. His feet nimbly maneuvered around the obstacles. My six left feet almost couldn't keep up.
But we ran on.
He helped me as I tripped over the boulders. It was a steep hill, entirely made of rock. It was slippery in the night-fall's dew, and my trainers and socks became completely soaked. I looked up to him as he pus