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|The Forrest (standard:Flash, 311 words) [3/3] show all parts|
|Author: GreyBeard||Added: Jan 24 2006||Views/Reads: 1231/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the third part of the story. I believe it follows The Room and preceeds the Monarch in Another Side of Life.|
Part Three: The Forrest He had not been long in the forest when the snows came, stealing the night and blotting out the day. Surrounded by the cold wet shades of pink, he sat on the smoldering dead, absorbing their warmth, dealing with their silence – for they no longer cried out for justice or mercy for that matter – but their eyeless stares consumed him. Leave me alone – leave me alone rang chillingly though his memory – and now he was alone. He had fled – to save them – they had bled when they found him. Hey that almost rhymed – he smiled. Now their tears filled the skies and their blood covered the ground. The green grass was gone, the trees splintered and smashed by their anger, had lost their glow. The sky was no longer blue – the skies were no longer. What had been leaves drifted in the wind. Yes the wind was still here - still his friend. The snows were irritating – he whispered to his friend. No more drifting snow. That was better. Now he could see again. Well, he could see if the light would behave. He spoke softly to Mother Earth and to Father Sun. They would help – given time – he could not control that. He would wait here on the dark cold mound of corpses all through the longest day and shortest night. That was sad, too sad. He needed something else. What could it be ? Then he saw it fluttering in the dawning light, flitting from branch to branch. Where ever it landed, the leaves began grow. Large golden orange wings, two black antennae jutting from it's small insect head, it's eyes stared back at him. Now he was afraid, truly afraid for the first time in years. Because Nothing could still be alive. Everything had died as he willed it - that was his shame. Tweet
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