Angelica felt no pain as she glided effortlessly through the pristine woods. The scent from the tall, lush pines reminded her of Christmas' past. The variety of birdsong rang out in harmony. The light from above fell in delicate rays between the tree branches. She felt at peace. In awe of her surroundings, Angelica continued her journey through the forest not caring where the path might lead. When she came to a crystal clear stream, she bent down, cupped her hands and tasted the pure water. She closed her eyes as she felt its purity. She knew there were no words to describe it. Further down the path, embedded in a mound of dirt, a circular, wooden door covered with vines appeared. The door was slightly ajar. Angelica could see the lack of comforting light on the other side of the door. Then, she felt something pulling her toward the door. The force was stronger than her ability to resist. She felt her pain returning. When she crossed the threshold, she gasped, heard a mechanical beeping sound and her mother's voice, "Oh, my God, Dr. Peters, she's breathing." |
15/7/2022 01:43:33 pm
Moving, clever with a unique twist and the photograph is a nice touch. 15/7/2022 04:28:47 pm
Nice twist at the end and great descriptions that put you in the forest.
Doug
15/7/2022 04:36:29 pm
Nice story with a great ending.
Sue Clayton
16/7/2022 06:12:42 am
Angelica was reminding me of Alice until that lovely twist at the end. Fortunately they both returned home. Comments are closed.
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