Chapter Seven

After walking for an entire day, Candy could not believe her eyes. Was she hallucinating? If she was…holy fluffin’ snow berries, was this a good one!

Nervous little lightning strikes of awareness zipped and zapped up and down her spine. The cave should have been dark, the walls covered in ice, but he had a nice fire going, and had hung plastic to block the wind so it was already toasty and warm inside.

The firelight reflected off the icicles hanging from the ceiling, and the effect was breathtaking. Like a thousand little glowing candles were lit all around them.

Holy fluffernutters was he smokin’!

“Hello, I’m Candy,” she said, breaking the silence, and with any luck, the strange man’s impossibly direct stare.