The path branched into two before her. One a wide dirt road, the other a barely there dotted line of occasional flattened grass.
Most people would take the road when hiking through the forest, but her uncle wasn’t most people. Mr. I-Take-The-Road-Less-Travelled-By would no doubt have chosen the more obscure path, which was probably why he was lost now.
She left a mark at the fork of the trail and trudged through the underbrush. Next time they went hiking, she was going to chain them together.
Genre: slice of life
Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 20/31