Tuesday Morning - Writing Prompt Exercise

When Aaron had suggested the city beach, May had shaken her head. "You don't want to go there. Too many people." Instead, she'd taken him north of town, into a wood where the trees grew thick and tangled, branches linked into fences, roots knotted over the ground. They climbed up, up, up, scrambling where the ground was muddy and slick, faster when it was rocky.

Just as Aaron was beginning to doubt the wisdom of this entire enterprise, they reached the top. He could see the l...