The Angled Forest
Scott leaned his gun against a nearby tree and gazed at the light bulb dangling freely in the forest, wondering to himself, what the hell is that doing here?
It wasn’t only the light that caught his attention, it was the glow the light emitted. Everything it illuminated seemed to radiate light back, making everything vibrant and captivating. The effect was intoxicating.
Scott cautiously extended a finger toward the light. The bulb was softer than he expected and indented slightly where his finger made contact. He pulled his hand back slowly and was surprised to discover that the light moved with it. Scott turned his hand to see why the bulb was stuck to his finger, causing it to brush his knuckles where it stuck to the skin it contacted.
Scott glanced around questioningly and shook his hand slightly to dislodge the bulb, but that merely served to stick more of his hand to it. Fully alarmed, Scott seized the bulb with his other hand to try to rip it loose, but now found himself ensnared by both hands.
A sudden yank from above lifted him about three feet off the ground and roughly dropped him back to the forest floor. Terrified, Scott began running back toward the campsite, but within a couple of steps he was jerked off his feet and catapulted towards the forest canopy at a horrific speed. Scott gasped, his eyes wide with fear.
Above the foliage, in the silent dark mass that hovered unseen from below, a satisfied grunt escaped the larger of the two beings seated within. With a slight grin it addressed the smaller and warbled in an alien tongue, “See, now it’s like I said, it’s all about knowing where to cast your line, and having the right bait.”
Written by Kevin Hiatt for the Flash Fiction Blog Hop, hosted by Angela Goff, Lillie McFerrin, Angie Richmond, and Daniel Swensen.