The woods were still, and snapped cold by morning frost. The silence only broken by the crunch of Nick’s boots over fallen twigs laying on the trail. His GPS hung loosely from his neck, and rubbed against his orange vest. Nick had been walking for half an hour. He should be close to the cache. Nick looked down at his GPS.
The GPS showed Nick he was on the mark. He opened up a piece of paper that gave a description of the location. “A shady grove, a bushy bush, watch your step don’t fall on your tush.” Nick folded the paper back up and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked around for a moment. Nick spotted the grove to his left.
Nick started making his way to the grove. As he was looking at the grove he spotted the cache. Covered in brush, and the size of a bread box, Nick became of excited, and walked faster. The cold of the woods was no longer nipping his nose.
All the remained between himself and the cache was a downed tree. Nick began to cross it. As he did the tree cracked under his weight. It seemed the woods awoke at once as a loud thud filled the air. Birds squawked, squirrels chittered, and the crickets chirped. Nick was on the ground catching his breath. He laid on fibers of what were once a strong oak. Termites must have ate the whole inside away.
Nick sat on his knees and brushed off the bits of wood and dirt that covered him. He looked to the log and gave a chuckle. As he was getting up, something caught his eye. A leather bound book, in a clear plastic bag was in the broken log. Nick pulled the bag out of the log, and took the book inside. It appears to be untouched by the termites.
He opened the book to see what was inside. As Nick began to read the words, his phone went off. It was his alarm. Telling Nick he needed to leave and go to work. He stuffed the book into his bag. Before taking off, Nick signed the log at the cache and made his way back to his car.
Seven A.M came quickly for Nick today. On the way back to his car he had many ideas of what could be in the book. Why was it hidden there, and who left it. All of these questions would have to wait until after work. He didn’t expect to have walked so far from his car. Being on time for work might be a struggle today.
The walk back seemed quicker. As he came to his car, he took of his bag, and untucked his shirt. He slipped his keys from his pocket and unlocked the car. Nick threw his bag, vest and his shirt in the car as quickly as possible. He grabbed a work shirt from his backseat, and put it on. A bright orange colored logo with the name BroodWich was over the heart.
Nick jumped in the car. In a fluid motion he buckled his seatbelt, and started the car. The drive wouldn’t be too long, but he didn’t want to be late. Leslie, his manager loved him like a son but didn’t put up with tardiness very well. If traffic went smooth, there wouldn’t be much to worry about.
‘The roads are always peaceful at 7:30 in the morning.’ Nick thought. In the back of his mind, he was...