Into the Forest
There were stories. This
was why the forest was avoided. There was no bird song, no rustling of leaves,
the buzzing of insects were absent. The forest was still. Even the wind ceased
to exist.
Toby knew this when he accepted the dare. Deeper into the
forest he walked; the only sound his breathing and the crunching of dry leaves
underfoot. Despite being void of life, Toby found the forest beautiful. His mind
was free, his thoughts clear. He felt peaceful. . . . . . until he looked up. He stopped in wonder and
stared. Shoes . . . . . children’s shoes were hanging from the branches. . . .
Day thirteen of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/
coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for
wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful
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