A Special HellChapter 9
We wound our way through the woods, the ripple of water clearer in my sight. The footing became more uneven, sloping down, with rocks and small branches jutting out from the ground. The trees gave way to a clearing, festooned with rocks and grass. A small distance along, the rocks marked the border of a soft sand beach, more silt than sand, but a beach all the same. The swimming hole was a widening of a small creek. The water flowed down, between granite stones and small gullies. The water...