Flash Fiction Friday

  I'd like you to base this week's story on this picture (click on it for a bigger version). It's a beautiful fall afternoon, and you're exploring the woods behind your new country home. You wonder if the stories are true. You're only out for the day, but you have a small pack, your walking stick, and a sharp knife on your belt.

You hear a faint cry, somewhere up ahead. Your dog slips his leash and heads off, so you follow. 1000 words, by next Friday October 25th. 

Edit - Optional  - if you have trouble deciding what happens. pick one of these genre's at random. Or plot each one out and choose.

Image from here.