I woke up with strange beings standing over me. Long bendy arms came from the top of long slender trunks, eyes wide and bright with curiosity and concern; and shocks of hair in wispy bursts. Nothing more could I make out as the sun hovered right over, clothing them in shadow. I saw only shapes in that brief time.
After I awoke in the hospital no one believed me: “Just the trees you were found under.” Yet no one could explain how I got from the burning train to the top of an almost vertical embankment.
Or the other survivors.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
