This week, I thought I'd try something different. This is in response to 
The Sky, The Sword, and The Shoe
The sky cracked open, but no one seemed surprised. We had walked for miles with no incident. No encounters. Just the three of us. In silence.
Then ...
I noticed Mychelle was tiptoeing. She danced across the log over the creek, sashayed down the hillside, and joyfully pushed her short frame over the meadow and through the forest. She carried her silence like a weapon, heavier than a two-handed sword. Heavier even than a medieval battering ram. She was pissed.
"Whatcha thinking?"
I knew. She was angry with me. And I hadn't spoken a word in nearly three hours. Still, she wouldn't talk. Not to me.
And Belizia wasn't helping.
The two of them ran up ahead, walked by themselves. Talking. Laughing. Never looking back. And left me alone to my thoughts.
When they disappeared over a hilltop, I thought for sure they'd at least look back, see if I was following. Maybe they did. I just hadn't crested the hill yet. But when I did, they were gone. But where?
I searched for an hour before I found them, buried in a hole in the ground, snickering like schoolgirls at a picnic.
Blundering, I crawled into the hole with them. That's when I saw it. They had found a note tucked inside a shoe, written in a language no one remembered learning. And my only thought as I reached for Mychelle's cold hand was ... maybe it wasn't a language at all.
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