The boardwalk zig-zagged through the titi forest, high above a saw palmetto marsh. Dragonflies hummed through the humid air and green anoles skittered from shadow to shadow seeking refuge from the blistering sun.
With luck, she would have the trails to herself. The park was merely a bump in the road, hidden from plain view unless you knew where to look. She chose it because of its obscurity. She would need freedom from interference.
She strolled to the end of the walkway where it extended out over the bayou.
This would do she thought. No one will find the body.
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I love the twist at the end. You create amazing imagery.
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Thank you. It’s easy to describe an actual place, especially when it is so interesting to begin.
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Oh the twisted ending. The way to my heart. I loved the description of the park, I could see it and feel the humidity.
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love this – the twist at the end . . . and, to be really creepy, I read a news article today about sneakers being found on beaches – always the right shoe and always with a separated foot inside. Are you sure you dumped the whole body?
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The first paragraph is beautiful. I want to walk there, and feel the humid air, hear the dragonflies buzz, even it means I stumble on a body.
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This is an actual nature preserve in Pensacola, FL. – Tarklin Bayou Preserve State Park. It is a real hidden treasure. I love hiking there.
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Such bright imagery for such a dark reason! I just love your writing, Tara. Love it.
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Thank you so much, Melissa.
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