by L. A. Hardt

Created on: November 10, 2008

"Whose woods are these? I don't know Mr. Frost, but what I do know is that they contain secrets. I see it in the mists that rise up from them in the early morning sun. I see the evil dance in the shadows as night falls upon the trees," Eve said to herself as she starred out the window at the woods that lay just beyond the property. Somehow Eve sensed something so volatile whenever she looked in the direction of the forest.

Grey clouds were filling the afternoon blue skies, making the air feel heavy with a dull shadowy stillness that could only be followed by rain. Eve hated the rain; it brought with it a sense of fear and dread although she didn't know why. Looking out the window at the woods she couldn't help but feel they had something to do with her internal emotions that were now forming a heavy lump in the back of her throat.

The black car was making its way along the road that curved around the woods, Eve watched as it approached. It was raining now as her eyes followed the car as it turned and she could now hear its tires crunching on the loose gravel in the driveway just below her window. Eve knew they were coming for her, nervously she had dressed earlier in the day so she would be ready when they came.

There was a light tap on the wooden door to the room she was in. "Come in", she said in a voice just above a whisper.

The door opened and he stood there for a second just looking at this fragile young woman dressed in jeans and a light pink sweater top. Her skin was as pale as her blonde wavy hair, and her blue eyes still looked lost as she turned toward him. "Miss Cantor and the driver are waiting for you downstairs. Eve, are you sure you are up to this?

"No, I am not sure," she said as she reached for her jacket at the end of the bed. "I don't like the rain; it makes me feel even more uneasy." Eve walked toward the door and hesitated for a moment, "Please go with us Dr, Engle, I think I would feel better if you did."

Eve sat in the back of the car between Dr. Engle and Miss Cantor, as the driver pulled out of the driveway and turned onto the curved road that leads past the woods. Her mind had no memories; they were tucked away perhaps to keep her safe. Eves mind gave way to a thought, "We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows", another Robert Frost. Eve knew who wrote these poems she could quote pieces of all Robert Frosts poems, they became her past and present.

Butterflies now played in her stomach, as the car drove

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