Toura’s Wind – Part 2

…continued from last week…

“Everyone is gone. So many strange things have been happening, houses have been literally torn apart and people have been killed,” he continued.  “But you must find the girl . . . only she can help you.”

As the woman redirected her gaze toward the abandoned playground, she found herself listening to the silence of the trees, fifty-foot sentinels that majestically enclosed the quaint little neighborhood when something else caught her eye.

What is that?

Was what she was seeing real or was it an overbearing strain on her imagination due to the heat? Was that blood?

Suddenly, a shrill cry rang out from an undetermined place, “Hide, hide! You need to hide!”

The woman, startled by the disembodied voice, looked around straining to see where the voice was coming from only to notice that the pint-sized guide had inconspicuously vanished from sight. Slowly, she realized that she was on her own. For the man who had brought her to this place was nowhere to be found.

With no one visible and the unsettling eeriness surrounding her, the woman started looking for shelter . . . a place to hide.

As she began walking, a girl appeared at her side. Alarmed, but not frightened, the woman inquired of the child if she was “the girl.”

Pressing on, the woman asked, “What had happened in the town to make all the people leave?”

The girl did not answer …