The Fifteenth Blog (CranBarry White Grape Juice)

"How did you get here" ? asked the voice in the dark. "I recognized the well from a dream I had" I responded. With my arms balanced on jagged rocks I pulled myself up to a seated position. The voice laughed and then said "You were not dreaming my son and this is also not a dream". Like the sun itself had focused all of it's rays on the cave at once an aura of light shined through the ferns creating dancing patterns of light on the cave walls. "Ribbit"..."Ribbit" "Yes it is I the frog who has led you along on this journey so far". said Frog. 

"What happened to my Father is he alive" ? I questioned Frog. "I believe it's what they call an illusion, you hallucinated him, he  never really was here." the frog responded. A twisted feeling in my gut told me that the frog was lying.  I know my Dad and I know that was him laying there with dynamite strapped to his chest. My Father sprang from the rubble covered in black soot only to stomp on the frog "Ribbit". "C'mon we gotta get out of here this place is gonna blow" Father screamed at me. 

After fleeing the well at an excelled pace it was apparent that I didn't know what was going on. My Dad just stepped on the Frog that I was going to follow, "Now what am I going to do",  I thought to myself. All of a sudden the earth shook under our feet, what little hearing of mine that had returned now turned back into ringing.  Father ducked down to his knees. I did the same. "Should we go to the Hotel in Montreal?" I asked loudly. "I have no idea what Hotel in Montreal you're talking about, this here underground Hotel under a cave that literally just blew up under our feet is the only Hotel I knew of!" He yelled back. "Well then who's the one who sent me the text saying to go to Montreal to meet my Father?" I asked "That's that crazy frog, he's crazy, man you can't trust a talking frog , haven't you learned anything Thomas "!, He spouted.  He started walking back towards the well remains. "Where are you going now, there's nothing left down there." I stated.  He waved forward motioning me to come by his side. He whispered in my ear, "There is a passage in the cave that leads all the way to Montreal Canada, it is very small at first but then there are carts you can ride the rest of the way, be careful, now go!" just then a sharp ping buzzed passed my face just missing me. "Did you hear that?" I asked Jeff. Before I could realize that the second shot was a riffle shot I noticed the first shot hit my dad in the throat, he fell to ground bleeding profusely. "Go, Go," He gurgled. I made my way down the well one more time, just missing being shot.