Thierry’s tumble
A Short Story
Thierry was overwhelmed with fear and angst while tumbling down the hill. He moaned and croaked as his body collided with the dirt, branches, and twigs while rolling to what seemed to be endlessly down the steep hill. From Above, Jessie watched in terror as her friend descended the hill shrinking into the deep forest until she couldn’t see him. His shrieks grew more and more silent as he eventually became a speck in the distance.
Exhausted from the pain of hitting the dirt over and over again, Theirry lost consciousness. Just before falling into the darkness, the shock of the fall hit him, and he conceded to his fate, he was going to die. As his eyes closed and the lights dimmed, he felt a sudden lick on his cheek. And then another lick, and another, until he began to open his eyes. What he saw next put him into another moment of shock. A Large White wolf, standing at about 7–8 feet, stood over the child, licking his face to help him up. All Theirry could do was stare back, as if death was visiting him twice. Lost in uncontrollable fear, Theirry stared into the wolf’s starry blue eyes, as if he was prepared to become lunch for this terrifying large animal that seemed to be in a nightmare.
“Ahh, youre finally awake; nice to meet you; I’m Arethon.” Thierry’s eyes were now bursting out of his face; a talking wolf now? That is all he thought.
