It used to be — in my mother's time — that the forest surrounded the towns and villages of men, and that the world was mostly ours even by day; now, we huddle in ever-shrinking woods, choked from all sides by concrete and asphalt and glass, and often must hide even at night. They blunder in to piss and hunt and hide their bags of pornographic magazines and their murdered bodies.
I wish there was something to be done about it all.
My mother laughs at me. This will pass; they can't last much longer at this rate. Soon now, dear, soon.
This was fun. :-)
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DeleteA post with a message, and very well written.
ReplyDeleteGreat descriptions; such efficient use of language. In a few words you show us what is happening in the picture, why and how the narrator feels about the who things.
ReplyDeleteLove the resolution. And sadly, I agree.
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Deletelike this !!
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DeleteBrilliant creative approach!! We can't last long...so much truth.
ReplyDeleteVery kind of you :)
DeleteThat was an interesting approach. Oh and great title..
ReplyDeleteI wish I'd thought of it ;)
Deletethe world does seem to be building to some kind of a resolution
ReplyDeleteThat big hand from "Cabin In The Woods", I think :)
DeleteMother is right to laugh! Really enjoyed reading your words.
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DeleteGreat line: "choked from all sides by concrete and asphalt and glass"
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
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Deletevery fun! Hope it is soon!
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DeleteAlways a delight...
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess :)
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