Homecoming, by Bobby Warner

The dirt road ended, and the driver looked at his passenger and said, “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait on you? It’s a long way back to town.”

Marcel shook his head. “No, Baines, I shan’t be needing you anymore. Here is an envelope with your severance pay, which should be very adequate.”

Marcel stepped out of the car and turned to the wall of trees before him and strode toward it.

“Hello, Father. I’m home!”

A loud roar answered him, and a tall, shambling form emerged from the trees, massive hairy arms outstretched in welcome.

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