It began so faint, it was barely a sound, but it was present enough for Fernando to take notice. Just as the embarrassment and sadness began to take hold of him, the hairs on the innermost part of his ear began to tingle.
It seemed he was too late, or worse yet, he was trolled. He sighed, covering his face with the mud-stained palms of his hands. The yellow and brown leaves covered the round rocks once pounded by powerful rushing water, now forlorn and thirsty. There, next to him, was the dry gulch of a dead river. He turned his head gingerly to the left, and disappointment overwhelmed him. Landing on his back, small rocks and falling dirt cascaded atop him before the forest fell silent. Before long, he’d already toppled forward, and rolled headfirst down the steep ravine. The topography began to shift downward in a rapid fashion, and Fernando had taken notice. In those few weeks, it seemed to Fernando that he’d seen into his soul, and with every single breaking twig underneath his boot, his journey would end in Trey’s powerful arms once again. Was he insane for leaving Ohio? Was he crazy for doing so on the account of a short term fling? But Trey wasn’t just a fling. He thought about the reality of his situation, heading into the unfamiliar wilderness in search of a river unknown even by the locals around it. According to his directions, the coordinates lay about a mile or so off the road due west, and at the bottom of a valley. Sunlight barely penetrated the thick canopy of the forest moss and ferns littered the ground beneath him. Thus, driven nearly mad with love for a man he barely knew, Fernando took his first steps off the dirt road and into the forest, and into the unknown. His genuine and sole request before he was to hear from his love again, was for him to find the river for himself. Trey had written of the esoteric healing powers of the river, as he was well familiar with first hand. The waters were a murky rose pink, mimicking the color of the blossoming cherry tree from out of which the waters impossibly flowed. Only once a year, on Halloween, did it’s dry river bed reinvigorate. In the white mountains, off any road, trail, or map ran a lost river. What started as a week long convention turned into a month before Trey was called back to Minneapolis, but within the pages long love letter he’d left for his new one and only was talk of a river in rural Vermont. His short stint in Columbus was for a holistic healing convention, but nearly every night was spent with Fernando. He could still remember Trey’s smiling face, and the warmth of his strong chest against him in the bed. Yet, he trusted the young man he’d gotten the coordinates from. It had been an absolute bitch to get them, and he’d already come this far.Īt least from the Google Map he printed out, nothing even resembling a river was anywhere near him. He put his hand into his pocket, pulling out the stained, frayed piece of paper that had the coordinates scribbled on them. Fernando watched, a smile across his face as the truck pulled away, leaving him alone in the forest with only the sound of wind and rustling leaves remaining. I appreciate the ride!” The old man nodded, shaking his head as the door shut. Thank you, this is exactly where I need to be.
No one is gonna know you’re out here.” Fernando smiled, tossing the bag over his bony shoulder.
“Son, are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off? There isn’t any cell service for miles, and the closest town is almost 10 miles from here.
#BODY SWAP POSSESSION DRIVER#
Hopping down out of the truck, the stout truck driver handed Fernando’s backpack to him, a concerned look on his face. Fernando had travelled 837 miles, even hitchhiking the last leg of the trip when the GPS lost service around Island Pond. The truck pulled up to the coordinates, just a slight hint of the sun peeking through the top of the forest canopy lighting the surroundings.
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