The forest is lush and green. Trees, tall and broad, arms outstretched, welcome us in. The air is clear and pure, the breeze pine-scented. We hike for hours without tiring.
David had shown zero enthusiasm for this trip. Too much work, he said. Deadlines looming. Meetings to attend.
“I’ll go on my own then,” I said. I was sick of the city’s noise. Hungry for silence.
And now, here he is, marching ahead of me, humming a tune under his breath. “I’m never going back,” he shouts out, making another promise he’ll break.
I walk on. The forest is my witness.
Hiking is the adventurer’s addiction, and on rainy weekends, my armchair, great coffee, and good book fill my soul with a forest of treasures. Good story, Vineetha.
Thank you for reading, Glenn!
Your use of personification of the trees is great: “Trees, tall and broad…”
Thank you!
I really like how complete this one feels in the limited space. It feels like a story you intimate to a friend or co-worker about your spouse. One that everyone understands…
Thanks very much for the close reading, David!
I understand your story and why you had to tell it. The wonderful scent, the peacefulness, (loved the line “Hungry for silence”) and the capture of unaware souls, that is the forest in it’s natural form. Your closing line – perfect! Only a living thing can be a witness. You’ve shown a great imagination and very good writing skills, keep building on your skills.
Thank you for reading@