![]() Ignoring these sensible notions, she squeezed harder on the throttle. One false move could be disastrous, and there was little chance of rescue so far away from the safety of civilization. She knew that slowing down would be the smart thing to do. Red had to fight tooth and nail to keep the wheels of her little motorcycle upright. The ground was paved with jagged rocks, unexpected dips, and slippery puddles. The giant trees and overgrown brush caused the path to become dangerously narrow. There was no rational reason to believe the direction she was traveling would lead to her grandmother’s house. She felt as if she was waking from a mundane dream she’d been trapped in her entire life. With every mile she traveled further from the city, and the deeper into the woods she ventured, a feeling of hope in her heart grew ever stronger. Show me the way! Red shouted at the moon. ![]() She could hear their distant voices beckoning her further down the dark dirt path she’d been riding on since earlier that afternoon. As impossible as it seemed, she believed that lunar spirits were calling out to her. ![]() It loomed like a blazing crimson titan, high above the towering treetops of the majestic forest. Red wondered if the moon was on fire as she caught a glimpse of it in the midnight horizon. ![]()
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