In The Tall Grass -

Cal, nineteen and invincible, took two steps in. “Stay here, Bec.”

She took one step.

She heard her own voice, then. Distant. Begging. In The Tall Grass

Cal stopped trying to escape first. He sat down cross-legged, began braiding grass into a small, intricate doll. “It’s easier if you don’t fight,” he said, not looking at her. “The field just wants a story. A new one.” Cal, nineteen and invincible, took two steps in