Runner-Up 2: “Artistic” Category

“…The rusty axe still dripping blood.” An unexpected campfire pop startles us. We laugh.

“Time for bed, everyone. More stories tomorrow,” I say.

Later in my tent, I lie awake.

What was that?

Only forest sounds, but still foreboding.

All the kids are sleeping, except the one inside of me.

Alexander Key teaches high school when no one is looking.