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By the whistle of the wind, the chirp of crickets in the deepest of nights, the moon hangs in the pitch-black of the sky, watching over all that transpires in the quiet of the forest.
“Give me back my money!”
A sharp shout pierces through the silence, like the stab of a needle through paper.
“I didn’t take anything!”
A scream echoes in the abyss of the ravine, accompanied by the howl of a wolf. A lone fire crackles a distance away.
“Please! Stop fighting!”
A scuffle of feet sprays soil. The fire wavers as the wind picks up. Soles scrunch dirt, crunching into the blanket of dead leaves, remnants of the autumn that has come to pass.
“Get away from me!”
On a cold, wintry night such as this, by a campsite in the middle of the woods…
…tragedy strikes like a bolt from the sky.
“No!”
The shrillest of shrieks rings out in the darkness. Splayed fingers thrust at the man who falls.
Falls and falls and falls.
Farther away…and away…
Till there is nothing left.
Not even the sickening snaps of bone can be heard. Only the murder of crows in careless flight, the rustle of leaves in the unrelenting gales.
“I…I didn’t mean to!”
Oh, he meant to, alright.
He meant every word. He meant everything he did. Over a single, innocent dollar bill now lying on the ground.
A single dollar.