Foot Bridge

As is often the case when we have no idea where to go ,we wandered. The only difference is that this time our wandering led us to a deep pit. We stared down at the abyss and wondered where exactly should we turn next? " How deep do you think it goes?" Olivia asks.  " I don't know, but I sure wish we had a foot bridge of some sort." Immediately after I said that I felt the brief case become lighter. Then two by fours appeared out of nowhere. They flew through the air and formed into a footbridge. "That was freaky." Olivia says in stunned amazement. "Yeah, you think it's safe to walk across?" I ask. "Yes, I do." "How do you know for sure?" Olivia smiles at me. "Because that bridge was made for us."

Check, Please

We finished our mysterious, but delicious stakes. Afterwards we offered to pay. The cook told us that we alrady paid. Olivia were convinced that he had somehow mistook us for someone else. We tried to tell him this many, many times. But he wouldn't hear it. He knew, at least in his mind that we paied. Not wanting to argue anymore we thanked him for a good meal. Then, with full stomachs and clear heads we took off once more into the great unknown

Almost Ready

We continued to sniff the air and follow the trail of the pepper air. Eventually we came across a man grilling in the middle of the forest. He had a red checkered apron and a look on his face that suggested he was expecting us. "You came just in time." He said. "For what?" Olivia asks. He chuckles slightly. "For dinner of course." "I think you have us mistaken for someone else." I say. He furrows his brow. "Didn't you two want steaks?" Olivia and I glance at each other. "We did-" "Good. It's almost ready."

Food for Thought

We exited the creepy cabin with a brief case full of money. We knew that in time Chad would ask us a favor. It was more than likely something devious. However, we were willing to put those black thoughts far back in our minds as we imagined all the good that could come out of this money. "What do you want to buy first?" Olivia asks. I think for a moment, then I respond. "Dinner." "Dinner sounds good. What would you like?" "Steak." "I could go for steak. With patato?" "Of course." I say. I sniff the air. It smells of pepper and barbeque. Initially I keep my findings to myself because I assume I am hallucinating, but then I noticing Olivia sniffing the air. "You smell that too?" I ask.  "Yeah it smells like someone is cooking a steak, but it can't be." "I think it is. Let's follow our noses."

The Catch

Chad opens the briefcase. He revels multiple rows of fifty and hundred dollar bills. Olivia and I stay where we are. "What's a matter? It won't bite." Chad says. "What's the catch?" Olivia asks. "Catch?" Chad repeats. "Yeah, what do we have to do for you?" "Nothing." Chad says, snapping shut the briefcase. "Really? Nothing?" I reply. "Well, not yet at least." "When is yet?" Olivia asks. Chad smiles. "You'll know. In the mean time all I want you to do is catch this." He tosses the briefcase into the air. I watch it spiral towards me in slow motion. Then, as if I were a football player, I reach out my my arms and the briefcase lands gracefully in my arms. After I catch it I look up to Chad, but he is gone. Long gone.

Sign Here

"Can you make out any of the words?" I ask Olivia while squinting my eyes. "No, can you?" "No.This sucks. He'll probably be back any moment and I still have no idea what this contract says."  "So? We just won't sign." Olivia says. I sigh. "Yeah, $10,000 is a lot of money." "It is, but I don't trust him." "Nor do I." I reply. Olivia smiles. "There. Looks like we made a decision." "Yes. We're gonna sign." "What." Olivia shouts. "We'll find a way to get out of it." I say as I sign my name. Olivia takes a deep breath and signs after me. The moment the paper has both our signatures it vanishes. "Now what?" Olivia asks. "Now, you claim your prize." We turn around to see Chad holding a large brief case filled with money.

Tiny Type

The papers Chad wanted us to sign turned out to be a contact with teny,  tiny, microscopic type. I strained my eyes trying to read the type. "They're just words." Chad says, watching my squint. "I know that, but what does it say?" "Just the standard contract stuff, you know." "No, I don't." I say. "Don't worry about the words. Don't you want $10,000?" "Of course I do, but-" "But what? You want to know if I'm screwing you over?" Neither I nor Olivia responds. "Well, I can assure you I am not." "We don't exactly have much reason to trust you." Olivia says. Chad takes a deep breath. "Fine, you two want to read it, I'll let you read it. I'll leave with my driver, so you two can have some privacy in reading. However, when I come back I expect a decision to be made." Chad starts to walk away. "How much time are you giving us?" I ask. "Enough." He shouts back before exiting with his driver and leaving us alone in a strange cabin.