![]() Fire in the WoodsA Story by Mike![]() Sequel to my previous short story, "Four Birds".![]() I sleep long nights, wake to unsatisfying mornings, still lost. The phoenix continues it's pathetic descent, adamantly refusing to neither ignite nor die. I grow disgusted looking at it. I still hear the occasional call of the sparrow, but it has flown far away from me - its voice seems silly and unhelpful in my plight. My hawk, my old companion... I rarely see her and when I do, I am the brunt of attack and must flee her talons. The raven, stoic and steadfast in her desire to help me, sits atop a branch, staring. She tries to help and does so in small ways, but the journey to salvation lies beyond her capacity to lead me through and her heart sinks when I stumble. This plight is wearisome and I have had enough. I struggle to my feet and begin the arduous task of gathering materials for a fire. If I'm going to be lost in these woods, I will do so on my terms. As I build a pyramid of roaring comfort, I look toward the raven and she is smiling, though her gaze is not on me... what is she looking at? I follow her sight and my eyes fall upon the phoenix I left on the ground. Her feathers seemed brighter, her eyes seem keener. I warm myself by the fire and grow to find myself looking at the forest I had wound up lost in and for the first time, basking in a sense of ease. Perhaps my journey to find the way out had always been the wrong one. Perhaps I had always been better suited to find my path within the winding trees and delicate balances of moss and thorns. Perhaps, this was where I belonged.... perhaps this was home. The phoenix chirped. © 2012 Mike |
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Added on September 7, 2012 Last Updated on September 7, 2012 Author![]() MikeHornell, NYAboutA computer guy in western NY state that has a love for the written word. more..Writing
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