WEIRDLY NORMAL – THE HIKE
“…even though a dozen men swore that they’d seen Ol’ Man Wickleberry’s corpse, that wasn’t the last time he was seen. Not by a long shot!”
The speaker paused for a long dramatic effect. Walking at the back of the group, Vincent rolled his eyes. He was hating a lot about this night time hike — the mud, the pack on his back, the group of impressionable people, even his friend Jake’s secrecy about their destination. But more than anything else he hated the group leader, Davey. Both the man, and his enthusiasm.
“Doesn’t he ever shut up?” Vincent muttered.
“Oh, he’s not that bad,” replied Jake. “He just loves his job.”
“If it’s annoying the hell out of people then he’s damn good at it too!”
“Just chill out and enjoy the trip.”
“Enjoy what exactly? Have yo
