I had been standing in a glade in the forest where the ground was flat and level and dotted with stones and mounds.
My wife appeared at the forest edge, her dress torn, a streak of blood showing through the cut fabric. her eyes were on fire but her face held no expression.
She stared at me as if she were searching for me and I had somehow grown transparent. She slid around the tree she stood beneath as if she was a squirrel sounding the bark with tiny claws and I knew I would not see her again like this. The next sight of me would confirm the truth.