Luxuriant Labyrinth

A story about 2 close friends smoking in the woods.

Sam: “ Look up”

Tress three stories high, Birds screeching for attention and dominates, the creaking of the trees as they bend and stretch against their brothen.  The fog from my breath and the smoke from my blunt.
Jack: “ What am I looking at man”

Sam: “Look up, dude right there” she points almost poking me in the eye

Jack:“ You’re f*****g high dude”

Sam: “F**k you, look you see that big a*s bug thing with the… It's gone nevermind”

Looking up, there is nothing to see, its damn near impossible to tell if its a bug or just a dead leaf falling. The wind is beginning to kick up, the wind blew out the blunt  but she doesn't notice. She is looking around appreciating her surroundings. Its nice and cute, but I wanna get high.

Jack:“ Hey dude you’re chefing it”

Without a word, she pulls out a lights sparks the blunt and passes it all in one fluent motion.

“ Thanks”

The world beging to look even more beautiful, there is so much life around us that we cant even see. My feet feel lighter and me mind clears, no more school, no more stress, just this me her, the blunt and the wonderism maze of forest that  is the Labyrinth.

Sam: “ Look at you, now you’re f*****g up”

I look at my hand, veiny and big and brown. I look at my chest, a small red stain breaking the blue and black pattern.

“ What”

I look at her and the blunt is somehow in her hand and she is rolling her eyes. She sees my confusion and laughs as she hold the blunt out to me.

Sam: “ Lets get out of here stupid”

I don’t even remember how she found this place. It's not too far off from the apartments. It's not too far from the mini mart that we get wraps from. Its f*****g perfect. As we walked through the path I am more aware of the crunch of leaves beneath our feet, the wind that threatens to cuts through my coat, and the dead stillness of the forest. Wait what.

Jack:“ Wait wait what”

Sam:“Whats up?

Jack:“ The leaves they stopped falling, but the wind is still going. Why is that? “

Sam: “ Huh that weird” and proceeded to move forward along the trail

“Wait, that isn't weird to you at all”

Sam: “ Yea its weird but what is stopping going to do? Make it less weird? It's too cold to stop”

“ It's just really quite, like all the life in the area stopped on command”

She doesn't hear me at, she continues to waddle down the trail in a coat that does not fit her frame. I decide to drop it, but this moment I will not soon forget. The crunch of the leaves, the wind that swims across the forest and our bodies, and the leaves that were falling but now nothing.

Author's Note

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