The Woods...

10 November 2017 12:00 AM

Crouched on the stone next to the stream, the young lad, held onto the railing of the broken down fence, dark wood, just behind him, to the left, he reached out to the water, trying to catch the ripple, and then looked up toward the woods, the sky above the tree tops was gray, with a bit of sunlight, but then the boy blinked because there were ghosts in the woods, he would see them then not when the wind blew, stirred things up the leaves, making the trees groan and the stream water coursed a little faster, and the shadows fluctuated in the woods between the trees, lean and sinuous like those trees at first the boy frowned but then he relaxed, considering these imps, the way they moved, it was like watching children at play, whatnots...
The young woman stood in the middle of the old church, the roof was half gone, was it the war that shook these rafters, no matter, she raised her arms up and the people scattered through the pews bowed, their heads, the front of the church behind the altar, was half gone, there was stain glass, the faithful few put that up, worked a day or two extra in the fields to drum up some money to put up that pretty glass, the trees beyond the altar, were again that sinuous trunks, the dancers, the limbs that wouldn't tell a lie, leaves fell, and she raised her arms to the sky, palms open upwards, her gown was white and gray, like an embroidered spider web, she prayed and the faithful few joined in they were the misery aunts, the support system of any troubled sapling...