Tremors
Original artwork by Kyle Newbridge
Dear Samantha,
The earthquakes have been worse lately; I’ve given up repairing the fence at this point. I collected the bat guano to use for the garden, and I have taken to recycling any organic material for the same cause. Frankly, I am still uncertain as to whether I’ve stored enough food for the winter. Autumn is upon me, the spiders have torn down their webs, and the green has left.
Last night, the bats flew past the mountains, they scattered like interrupted thoughts, through the edge of the horizon. I listened as their cries faded, but they did not return before daybreak.
The earthquakes have become more than a mild nuisance. If I am to collect meat for the winter, I must hurry before all the game runs away . I predict large mammals will vacate before the month’s end.
I am worried, Samantha. I won’t go down like the bats. The cave dedicated an entire wall to what lies below. They say it is worse than Room 101 or shifters or digs or even the whispering rainforest. They say it wants to hurt you. It will hurt you.
Be safe, stay where you are. I will too. Please, tell me you’re safe.
Love,
Tomas Cohen
