Mushrooming p. 2

Second part of my story... First part here

Nothing! Unknown (really, Adam?) blackberry bush tacking to his trousers, pine needles biting his shirt, branches of birch rusting above him (fuck, Adam, you are allergic to it). His breath started becoming more and more shallow. His consciousness began to be lost second after second. Everything started spinning around. “Where’s that fucking, giant mushroom?”.

When he woke up it must have been afternoon already. His son, crying, was sitting on the stump. “Daddy, I wanna go home” – said the boy. “Sure, we’re leaving”. He hugged his son and noticed how hot he was. He had fever and was shaking all over. “Daddy, I don’t want to be here. They came out.” Adam, who didn’t know what happened himself, took the boy and, seeing familiar surroundings, turned to the car.

Before getting home shivering had stopped and Jess was himself again. Adam relieved but on the other hand he was conscious that something really bad had happened. “Again” – the subliminal thought came to his mind – “Why again?” – he asked himself aloud. “What again daddy?” – he heard a voice, happy voice, of Jess from the backseat. “Do you want to go there again?” – he asked fast, trying to both, think about something clever and, what more important, find out if his son knew something he couldn’t recall. “Sure, dad” – the kid answered with twinkle in his eye.

When they got home, the dinner was served. Anna came out from the kitchen, smiling, and seeming really curious how the trip was. Jess started telling his mummy about trees, “forest guys” and so on. Adam, astounded by her behavior, sat on the chair and observed how interested she was in what his son (he’s not even hers, for God’s sake!) was telling. “I hope you are hungry honey. I prepared something special for today’s evening” (‘honey?’ ‘I prepared?’ What the hell?)...