It’s been a week now that I’ve been living in the woods. I’ve managed to stay out of sight and nobody bothers me here.
I’ve been living on what I can forage and a few nighttime raids on people’s barns and food stores. There’s water to drink from the local brook and I’ve been lucky that the weather has held.
It’s given me time to think, to ponder about what I do now and next. I’m an outcast from my home and that hurts. I know that I shouldn’t lash out in anger and revenge but I feel that I still will.
An idea came to me this morning when I was foraging and I saw those mushrooms growing. I just need to plan carefully and choose my moment.
