Super Sasquatch

Flash Fiction

At the edge of the field, in the shadow of the tree line, I saw a thing that shouldn’t have been. It stood with an arm in the air, as if waving at me. Its other arm was holding its face, seemingly crying. All around it, steam was rising, making it shimmer and swirl, distorting and refracting. Stringy mop-like hair that covered its body began to melt and ooze, becoming entangled with the limbs and leaves of the trees. It was as if, by witnessing its existence, it could no longer be. A quantum superposition collapsing in real time, never able to change again. As the creature that I couldn’t understand melted into the soil, all that remained was the impression of its big feet.