Jeff went into the woods just like he did every summer to collect the arrows from the winter’s deer hunting.
What he usually found was about 150 arrows and he would take them back to his workshop to repare them and sell to the next season’s hunters. It turned out to be a great profit and no one had suspected they were quite possibly buying their own arrow back. Of course not all of them were salvageable so that’s when he made them into works of art or keepsakes he could sell to the hunter’s families for the Christmas season.
Jeff’s wife, Audry was a great seamstress. She could take any fabric and make the most beautiful outfit or apron or anything else you could imagine. Her specialty for the store was the covers for hunting tents that Jeff would make out of the unsalvageable arrows.
This summer Jeff went out into the woods behind their small farm just as he always did. He retrieved about 45 arrows and just as the sun was about to go down he headed back to the farm. Audry would have had supper ready for an hour already, he knew she’d be a little disappointed.
He noticed a bit of blue fabric hiding under the leaves. He set his pack of arrows down and lifted the fabric. Out of the leaves came blue shirt. A child’s shirt.
Jeff checked the tags and looked the shirt over, he scratched his head.
He walked for another hour. He became so lost in his thoughts that he forgot dinner. The blue shirt was a remnant of a memory he had forgotten. It was coming back to him. His son.
Jeff and Audry’s son had gone missing years ago, the police had searched the woods and couldn’t find a trace. Jeff stumbled across the shirt as if it was just left there that morning. He kept walking. And walking.
There near a large tree with many branches sat a small boy.
“Daddy? Did you walk through the portal too?”