In the Forest

A girl thinks she's lost her niece in the forest.

Anita grabbed her picnic basket and ran

to the forest's edge. Mottled light splashed

about her feet as she disappeared beneath

its canopy. The air was sweet. Her pulse 

quickened as she hurried on, sidestepping

a familiar obstacle and leaping over

a fallen tree. But, as she landed, she froze. 

Trepidation sharpened her senses to a

razor's edge, and the basket slipped from 

her hand. Fast in the throes of intuition,

she called for her niece.

"Lucretia!" 

A gust of wind pushed through the canopy.

A branch of deadwood crashed to the ground.

Anita started forward, stumbling over the basket.

"Lucretia!!"

Crows answered, and her fear boiled over.

"Lucretia!" she screamed, stumbling down the 

darkening path. She rounded a boulder. 

"Gracious, what lung power," Lucretia said.

"Where were you? You scared me half to death."

"Discovering a bitter, old  swamp with fat tadpoles

 lazing about in the murk of drowning pools."

"A swamp, you say?" questioned Anita.

"Yes-yes! A torment of green algae and

incessant croaking. There are fallen cedars,

patches of sunlight, and orchids springing from

decay. The perfect milieu for a picnic."

"You're a horrid little thing," Anita said,

pulling Lucretia close and kissing the 

top of her head.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Moments such as this are priceless! 🙏🏻🕊

[Perry]

Hello, Keshner. I'm glad you got a kick out of this little piece.

[redd Brick Keshner]

And I’m the gladder one 🙏🏻🕊