The forest will burn and then the cities and then the earth.” The words came clear now, the sound shrill and sharp like the call of a bird. Her mouth opened wide and her lips pulled back exposing her teeth as she made an exaggerated effort to speak, like it was something she rarely did. As she whispered the droplets of condensation on the door crystallised into tiny fragments of ice. She stood hard against the wall, her button nose almost touching the glass. It was the brilliant colour of Oz compared to the black and white of Kansas. The deep blue of her dress was striking against the dull grey background. I shifted my feet to get a view of the door and sat up with a start. The creature with the red eyes had not whispered. I held my breath and the sound persisted. At first I thought it was the whistling of my own breath through half-blocked nostrils.
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I flicked the pillow free with a flourish and turned to the window. They watched and waited for an opportunity to pounce, to do to me what it had already done to Rebecca Hughes. Those red eyes from the night before burned on the inside of my eyelids. I buried my head below the lumpy pillow and tried to sleep. There wouldn’t be much scanning the forest for fire. I read about entire days where visibility is no more than the tip of your finger on an outstretched arm. Up here the weather was a different animal.
Even on the worst days it clears by midday. On the flat the fog lifts after the sun comes up and warms the air. I had seen similar mist back home on cold and still nights. I sat in silence, the lookout shrouded in an impenetrable grey gloom. All I knew is I wanted down from this mountain. I flirted with the idea of telling them that Roger was up here, but I couldn’t deal with that conversation. When you come be sure to send the cavalry. “We’ll have to wait for the weather to clear to send someone up. The mist won’t clear until late, if at all. I don’t think we’ll have many hikers through here today. “No one else is here, day shift doesn’t get in for a couple of hours. And for the love of god don’t let anyone in the Park today.” “I saw the remains of her foot after the thing hacked it off.” It’s big and dark and has burning red eyes. It was a few minutes before someone finally replied. I grabbed the radio for the Station and begged someone to pick up, my voice trembling. Thick droplets of condensation clung to the windows. The sun should be rising above the horizon, but the mist hung so thick in the air that all directions were grey. Inside it was cold and I coughed, the phlegm dancing in my lungs. The fire had burned down to a clump of grey ash. When I woke a thick grey mist had replaced the black of night out the windows. With these thoughts running through my head, I slipped into a feverish sleep.
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Whatever this thing was couldn’t take them all, could it? It played like a movie in my head, sometimes rifles clattered to the ground as it picked the Rangers off one by one, and other times the Rangers stood over it victorious, rifles pointing to the sky. Send a dozen Rangers up here all with their rifles at the ready. At the last Hitch hears it and turns and raises his rifle. Weaving through the trees it came up from behind him. And then it came, that hideous dark shape trailing smoke. My imagination furnished him with a rifle. I would watch him come through the binoculars, ambling up the slope. They would likely send Hitch up here to get me. In my mind I played through the scenario of contacting the Ranger Station. I couldn’t trust him.Īnd now he told me to sit tight. He had warned me about the woman in the blue dress, but what had she done except whisper and stand in the rain. He had every chance to warn me of something out on the mountain and inexplicably had not done so. He had told me there was nothing to worry about.
I hurled it as far as I could out into the darkness. Releasing my breath and with a cry of anguish I picked it up with my bare hands.
I gave it a second try with a similar result. When I tried to lift them the whole mess slipped free and tumbled back to the timber deck.
I sucked in a huge breath and opened the door and pinched the ankle with the tongs. I pulled open the drawer in the cupboard below the grill and grabbed the steel tongs. She had a family and friends and plans for the future. I turned back around and there it was still. I turned my back to the charred remains of Rebecca’s foot lying in the deck outside the glass door. I turned down the volume on the radio and tossed it on my bed. I told Roger and Martina that I needed some time.
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