We were within a mile-and-a-half of the service roads when we found it. Micah sprinted for the Jeep, climbed over the passenger seat, and raided the snacks in the back. Finding half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, he ripped open the plastic bag and stuffed the sandwich into his mouth, the filling oozing from between the two slices of bread, down his wrists.

“Something’s not right,” I said.

“What’s not right is that cloud.” He pointed toward the darkening sky, giving the illusion of twilight, though it was just after one in the afternoon. “We’ll be buried under eight feet of snow by nightfall if we don’t leave now.”

“Don’t you think it’s odd that we’ve been wandering around this mountain for hours with no luck. Then suddenly…the car’s just here?” A large boulder rested about ten yards in front of the Jeep. A carpet of moss covered the side of the rock facing south, while the northern face was blanketed in snow. “I know I’ve seen that rock before.”

“Micah rolled his eyes. “When we parked here! Now get in. I’m ’bout to freeze!”

I followed his command and cranked the engine as a rumble of thunder shook the ground, and the sky was instantly pitch black.

word count: 197


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20 thoughts on “Mirage

    1. Thanks, Yolanda! I can’t imagine how terrifying that was for you. Whenever I’m caught in the pitch black, I’m reminded that I never quite got over my childhood fear of the dark, haha!


  1. Seems like something scary could happen to them. Especially with sky going so dark at the end. Hoping they’re going to be okay but guessing not. Great write Nortina.

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