Nature, Path, Lost
# 11 Picture and a Prompt
Riseof the Phoenix (Writing Group)
He grabbed my arm and jerked me around. Just as I was gasping a huge inhale for a wondrously loud “Hey!” He clapped his gloved hand over my mouth. The taste of grime and tree sap filled my half opened mouth. Shards of the new bark we had been stripping from saplings flew up my nose. Eyes wide with fury I started to struggle. Had he lost his mind?!
Putting his finger over his lips indicating I should be quiet, I decided rather than berate him perhaps I should find out what his fuss was all about.
We had been out taking suckers, or new shoots, from specific trees for grafting. In an effort to continue the line of white birch trees, we would graft them onto poplars or yellow birch then harvest the seeds. In the wild, nature had thrown this graceful tree a curve ball.
We worked our way from the deep woods back onto the path. Our footfalls would be less noisy, no cracking of twigs buried beneath rotting leaves on the forest floor. Dropping down, he started to creep towards the crest of the hill. We could smell the fire and the sweet acrid smell of overripe flowers.
There just beyond us, through the trees we could see their house! Them! Dancing under the stars, round and around the fire! It was the wee folk.
It was the deserted home at the end of the forest. Destined to be torn down to make way for progress. Torn down for either a mini-mall or a condominium complex or last but not least, a parking lot. At here we were, witness to the supernatural. Witness to something so spectacular we just stared, wide eyed and slack jawed.
Afterwards, I would have sworn we watched them dance and sing for hours, only moments had passed. He touched my arm. In unison we turned, both filled with unspoken conviction. We would save that space from “progress”. We would make certain of it. Mother Nature had shown us a prize and now it was up to us to keep it safe.