In The Forest Glen

Every day she returns to this glen where the forest floor is damp and lush and the mushrooms bloom. Long ago, these memories were left here with the trees, and this is where she always finds them.

He was the love of her life, her heartbeat, and they sealed their bond in this glen. When he died, she had nothing; not even an old shirt to bury her nose in to smell his faint essence. They took everything, for they believed she was to blame. But the one thing they couldn’t ever take was this magical place where they began.

He came to her last night in a dream. ‘It’s time, I’m waiting.’
She lies down on the damp moss, fills her mouth with the deadly mushrooms, closes her weary eyes. Soon he is there, holding out his hand, guiding her through the forest.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Merril is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Memories with the Trees and we have been challenged to write a story of exactly 144 words and incorporate the sentence ‘These memories were left here with the trees.’ My story is 144 words.

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

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42 Comments on “In The Forest Glen

  1. Another dip into darkness, another chill. Lots of room between the lines to complete back story scenarios. Well done.

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