The Road Through

The road cut through a deep gully of trees that stood tall, 300 ft. or more, and let no sunlight fall except a dark, filtered shade, never drying the damp dripped down from a thick, canopy of leaves. Ferns grew in the spaces between trees and smothered the understory in a green sway of fronds and dank smells of forrest rot and gave home to armies of creatures with unpronounceable names who's features were hammered out in the factories of horror. The shoulder was too narrow for a traveler to stop and take in a view and on one side a drop deep enough to swallow a car and so drove haste and a pressing unease to quickly pass through this gullet of the prehistoric and into the clear careful not to wake what was sleeping there in the caves of human fear.