Unexpected

Unexpected

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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This is a short story, you have to read it to see what it is about.
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This is a short story, you have to read it to see what it is about.

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Submitted: February 12, 2017

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Submitted: February 12, 2017

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Unexpected

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The rhythm and pitch of the flute music mesmerized me as I stared off into space. I felt a jolt as a lady’s purse bumped my back. “Sorry,” she mumbled as she stepped to the right giving me more space.

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Suddenly I was aware of the docent’s voice again. He was explaining how the Indians made dyes from plants and flowers. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way and had an athletic build. His voice was soft but deep at the same time. I found the displays interesting and him fascinating. Every so often our eyes would meet and he held my gaze just long enough to let me know he found me interesting too.

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“Don’t forget to visit our gift shop,” he said at the conclusion of the tour. Our group dispersed mostly in twos and threes until I found myself standing there by him with only a few others.

“Hello, is this your first time here?” he asked with a warm smile.

“Yes, I’m writing a fiction story that takes place when the Miwok tribes were active in this area and I thought a visit here might provide me with some ideas.”

“My great grandfather was a tribal leader about one hundred-ten years ago near this very spot. I’d be happy to show you some more of the area that isn’t covered on the tour.”

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

“There is a series of caves nearby where my ancestors lived while building this village. They are closed to the public but they contain many pictures carved and painted on the rocks over a hundred-fifty years ago.”

“I’m definitely interested. When will you be free to show me?”

“We can go now if you like,” he suggested.

“Sure, let’s go,” I was quick to say.

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 On our way out of the main building he retrieved a battery operated lantern.

“What’s your name,” he asked as we walked.

‘Kate,” I answered with a grin. “What was yours again?”

“Nankato is my Indian name, but around here I’m known as Jim.

“I appreciate the ‘behind the scenes’ tour.”

“My pleasure, Kate,” he said softly.

We crossed the parking lot and entered the woods on a seldom used trail. Huge boulders could be seen scattered in the brush as we approached a forty foot rock-face.

“The entrance is hidden by these large bushes,” he said, bending a big branch back to allow me entrance. The cave was dark and I could hardly see when the branch returned to its original position. He turned the lantern on.

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“You’re not scared are you?” he asked, noticing I gulped and was breathing hard.

“Do you think animals or bats might be in here?” I asked nervously.

“It’s possible, but I’ll make sure no harm come to you.” He replied confidently.

“Let’s keep going,” I said bravely.

There were drawings of animals and fish on the walls, even people hunting. I felt special seeing this hidden view of the past depicted in crude art on the flat surfaces.

“This is so cool,” I told him as we went further into the cavern.

“I have to pee, you hold the lantern and I’ll step back into the previous chamber for a minute and take care of that,” he said, handing me the lantern. I shined it for him to see where he was going.

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I sensed something behind me a minute after he was gone and turned to see a mountain lion staring at me. I screamed and froze not wanting to run as I knew it would instinctively chase me. I thought I heard Nankato enter behind me, but when I turned there was a large white bear. My mind shut down in fear and my bladder emptied by itself. The cat turned tail and ran deeper into the cave with the bear in pursuit.

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I ran for Nankato but he was nowhere to be found. A few minutes later he entered from the direction the cat and bear had been running in. He was naked and I realized in an instant that he must have been the bear. He retrieved his tattered clothes and covered his groin.

“Shifting runs strong in my family”, he said, hugging me gently to comfort me.

“Your secret is safe with me, I hope we can become friends, good friends,” I said, kissing his neck with soft butterfly kisses.


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