Our Strange Guide

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
First of all, view the link and picture, then read on…

We were lost.

Earlier that day, we had to leave the main track, blocked by fallen trees. Dusk fell; guiding the horses was not easy. Don, in the lead, was using a compass. Suddenly, he reined in, raised his field glasses, then shouted back:

“Cabin! Lights! Smoke!”

We altered course, and rode on – straight into a sheltered clearing, where we camped for the night.

The next morning, we found the cabin; it lay a few yards from the familiar track; empty, derelict, doors and windows swinging open. The stove had clearly not been lit for years. Likewise the hurricane lamps.

This account is fictional; however, similar occurrences have been reported in real life. 

It's kind to share!

8 thoughts on “Our Strange Guide”

  1. I love the description and how when they finally get to the cabin there is no evidence that anyone was actually been there for a long time; v intriguing! Great post!

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