Mayflowers In August

I enjoy going for walks here.The whole lane is bordered by Mayflower trees on both sides. When its spring and all the flowers start blooming the place gets filled with butterflies. It’s also a short cut to reach the nearest mall so I go through here all the time.The ones which I took photos of are not that big. They were planted just a couple of years ago. There are bigger ones on the other streets but couldn’t get a good photo of them.

Street

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Mayflower 1

My First Short Story

I mentioned in an earlier post that I wrote a couple of short stories in another site. I closed it after just five posts and forgot the email id and my password so there is no way of getting it back.

I found a copy of the first short story that I wrote while going through some files in the computer and thought I’ll share it here. So, here it is.

Reality.

There seems to be an odd shine to everything around me, but at the same time it feels like I’m in the middle of a fog. The forest had an ethereal quality to it. The forest! I have no recollection of how I got here or what  I’m doing here.

Stock Photo

I remember closing my eyes. Was that yesterday or a minute before? How did I get here? I seem to be in some sort of clearing. Surrounded by tall trees that cast weird shadows onto a leaf covered floor.  There is a soft light falling on everything which seems to make it more beautiful yet it still leaves behind a feeling in you that you shouldn’t believe what you see. There is definitely something odd about this place though it’s hard to put my finger on it. The haze that surrounds me seems to be effecting my mind too! Only way I react to that thought is, “Ha, Now that sounds stupid”. But I accept that there is something odd about this place.  I can’t find where the light is coming from. There is no sun, or at least none that I can see. It’s not even possible to decide on a time of a day.

I realize that everything is too still and silent. Through all this time, when I stood there watching my surroundings, not even a leaf has moved from it place, there are no scattering or rustling sounds people usually associate with forests. All that’s there is a profound silence. No sooner had this thought entered my mind and a wind started to blow. Not a light summer breeze but strong gusts like a storm is about to start.

One minute I’m going through all these thoughts and next I’m scared. I get this feeling in my gut that I should run. Run hard and fast and get away from here. But why?  Why am I here and what am I running from? The haze makes it hard to think properly. All of a sudden there’s a movement in the trees behind me. Something is coming. I don’t know how I know it but I know its going to harm me. I run into the forest. Everything is darker here and I try my best to keep a good pace without tripping on the vines or slipping on the damp patches.

It feels like I’ve been running for a long time but the trees all look the same. I fear that I’m just running in circles! Whatever is behind me seems to be gaining on me. I speed up again.  There seems to an opening up ahead and i decide to take my chances running towards it rather than scampering around the forest.

I’m almost at the end of the tree line when a shrill ringing starts. It’s all round me. There is no source, no tune just a continuous ringing that makes my head rattle. And suddenly its the end of the tree line but what I thought to be a clearing turns out to be a wide chasm. There is no way to stop before I hit the edge. And I start falling. I try desperately to cling on to something, anything that will save me from rocks that I can see below. But there is nothing. I keep falling. My ears are still full with ringing that seems to have gained volume and my eyes are filled with the view of the rocks below.  The rocks seem to be rushing up at me and…

I open my eyes. The soft light from the rising sun fills my room I’m back in bed with the alarm still ringing next to me. The first thought of the day: “No more late night horror flicks!”.

©Suni M, 2012.