A two-hour hike had turned into a six-hour-long ordeal. George sat on a rock and thought about where it had gone wrong. Was it possible that the bump on the head from not ducking low enough under the fallen tree made him miss the signpost? The markers along the trail were bright red. Then again, now that he looked around, everything seemed black and white, like he’d stepped into an old television show.
“You have,” said a voice from behind him.
“Rod? Rod Serling?” George asked the stranger.
“No, I’m Rob. Rod was my brother.”
“So, I’m not in the Twilight Zone?”
“Technically, no. This is just the sunset zone. Rod will be along in a minute.”
“Isn’t he dead?”
“Well, yeah. Technically.” Rob stepped closer and ran his hair over George’s scalp. “You really should have that looked at.”
“You’re telling me,” said George with a small laugh.
“Okay, gotta go. Say hi to Rod for me.” With that, Rob ran away down the trail that George had walked up.
To be continued