He smiled. The trees were just trees again. But for the rest of the walk back to his car, he could have sworn the shadows of the branches were waving goodbye.
Then it appeared.
The first twenty minutes were just the forest getting louder . A slug traversing a fern leaf sounded like wet canvas tearing. His own heartbeat became a subwoofer, thumping a rhythm he almost recognized. Then the trees began to breathe. shrooms q hussie
Q laughed, a wet, hysterical burst. "You're the hussie?"
He started to cry. Then he started to laugh. It was the same sound. He smiled
She replied: "lol. don't do too many."
"Q," it said. Its voice was the sound of a dial-up modem kissing a banjo. "You rang?" Then it appeared
"Hussie," he said aloud, to no one.