What did I see from atop that icy crest, positioned on my belly, wide-eyed and staring through the semi-illuminated afternoon as the winter sun continued to set, becoming slumberous in the beautiful and enchanting distance?
I stayed hidden on the mountain-like knoll like a military sniper in battle, scoping out a foreign army and preparing for war and a bloodbath. A log cabin similar to my uncle’s stood next to the lake. Spirals of gray-black smoke rose into the heavens from a single chimney, coating the sky with pollution. The narrow trail arched over the knoll and downwards into the surrounding woods, which led to the main building.
Parked beside the cabin sat Kane’s automobile, a 1998 Chevy cargo van, blinding white in color, without any windows. The thing looked as if it had been thr
