CHAPTER THREE:
Upon the forest floor lay trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They had the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that looked like seaside waves.
The air was rich with fragrance of leaves and loam, damp too. Even so many hours after the rain has passed the soil remains wet, slowly releasing its heady fog. The sky vanishes complete leaving the blue rays from the moon scattered in pieces like an impossible puzzle.
Against the mottled grey and green of a rock a frog stood still, it was almost as large as a toad but with smooth skin and eyes uglier than slime dipped marbles as it took its form, almost as invincible as a seahorse on coral, colorless in the gloom.
A rufous-red Opel Commodore made its way down the forest floors, with its headlight illuminating the forest parts causing the frog to jump disappearing into the dark water leaving the slightest of expanding surface ripples.
The door opened and out came James Clifford, handsome? No doubt. In his blue and white stripped sweater, black pants and his suede laced up oxfords shoe. His black hair jelled to perfection, he hurryingly went round the car through the front making his way to the passenger seat.
''Here we are'' he said opening the door,
''What are we even doing here, this place feels creepy'' the lady said coming out, She looked all decked out and fab in her nifty red dress without collars slightly above the knee hemline, a yellow jacket that buttoned only with one large top button with yellow sensible low heels to match.
''Sadie Clifford, you scare too easily'' James replied closing the door.
A vast blanket of white swooped in from different sides of the forest suffocating every tree at their base, like a giant eraser moving indiscriminately to eradicate what was once there into something that was not.
''I feel like am on the set for some creepy and scary movie''
''It's just a little fog'' he replied grabbing her by the hand pulling her towards the back of the car.
Pressing her against the back of the car he leaned for a kiss,
''seriously? You want to do this out here?'' Sadie asked resisting,
''Come on, am hard already. This was all I could think about on our way here''
''We could do it in the back seat where it is a bit comfortable''
''It's more exciting and adventurous doing it out here'' James said placing soft kisses on her neck working his hand up her thighs.
''Am not in the mood for'' Sadie said pushing him away,
''So you want to leave me in this condition?'' he asked backing away.
''We have a home and a comfortable bed''
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