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
I love this, James. I like to believe trees would if hey could.
ReplyDeleteYes, like the ents.
DeleteYes! :)
DeleteA nice mystery
ReplyDeleteMuch to be grateful for there.
ReplyDeleteThese trees must be Ents. A nice mysterious story.
ReplyDeleteJames, I love the wonder in your story. (from Lisa at tao-talk)
ReplyDeleteI think it would be interesting to study what people wake up remembering after a traumatic experience. This was a very interesting take on the prompt.
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