“The forest has eyes.” He smiled at the baby beaver. He squatted in the tall grass and snapped photos as the beavers went in and out of their den underneath the waterfall.
As he gazed at the scene, he noticed a narrow opening in the wall of the ancient temple that stood beside the dam. It looked like the opening to some sort of crypt? Or secret passageway?
He took a flash photo at the entrance and shuddered with horror when he saw the image. A hand reached out from behind him and grabbed the camera, shattering it on the rocks. More hands taped his mouth with duct tape, and he was shoved forward by the muzzle of a rifle into the opening.
The beavers watched the men escort him into the cache. They knew he’d never come out again.
Thank you to Marilyn Armstrong for sponsoring Serendipitous Photo Prompt #9 . We are asked to write a story without boundaries to her prompt(s) (or anything else of our own fancy) and post a link to our story here.