6/28/2023 0 Comments The skeleton tree by iain lawrence![]() Shadows of trees appear like etches on a slate. But long before the sun will rise, the square of plastic starts to shine with a gray light. I don't know how much time passes before the window begins to brighten. ![]() We're just two creatures in the darkness. Through the cabin wall, through the stillness of the night, we must feel each other waiting. I hope it's my night-black raven, come home at last from his wandering. Or a deer that will flee in a moment, crashing through the forest in leaps and bounds. I always think of the worst things first. These are things from my nightmares, and they loom in my mind in a terrifying cycle. I've heard them stirring in their coffins. We've heard them singing, every night a little closer. Is it the grizzly bear? I can imagine it standing huge and shaggy right beside the cabin, just the thickness of the wall away. It's staying as still and silent as I am, both of us listening. I've learned many things about the forest and the sea, and many things about myself. ![]() ![]() When the sun went down, I felt like screaming. I used to be scared all the time, and nights were the worst. ![]() But then, through the dark, comes the fluttery sound of his breathing, and I feel safe to know that he's near. I can't see Frank, and for a moment I'm sure that he's gone. I can't see the ceiling or the walls of the cabin. I lie staring through blackness, listening for every sound from the forest. ![]()
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