![]() ![]() And at first no head could be seen in the mess of blood and flesh. ![]() A ragged hem about a crumpled centre suggested the skin had been torn from the back in one quick ripping motion. The pelt was spread out across surrounding branches, holed but stretched taut in places. Between the limbs of a spruce tree it was displayed, but in such a tattered state they could not tell what it had once been.įrom the large rib cage drooped the gut, wet and blue in the light seeping through the canopy of leaves. Looked up.Ībove them, beyond the reach of a man standing upright, the dead thing sagged. ![]() Bent from the weight of the rucksacks, bedding and wet tents, they stood under it. Breathing hard, damp with sweat and rain, speechless with fatigue, they came to a halt. ![]() Right after they clambered over another fallen tree to stumble into more of the scratching bracken, they came across it. All four of them saw it at the same time. But it was the dead thing they found hanging from a tree that changed the trip beyond recognition. The rain fell hard and cold, the white sun never broke through the low grey cloud, and they were lost. And on the second day things did not get better. ![]()
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