Friday, August 5, 2016

Skinned part three

* * * Trigger for dark imagery. I promise. I won't leave her there.* * *

* * * * She's a stubborn one for sure, dug in like a tic. Your not staying there little one, we are all going to pull until you come out. * * * *

As time passed, her trunk became saturated with murky ground water. She could feel herself ever, so, slowly, dissolving and dissipating into the dank mud around her.

I will just cease to be. She silently thought. No one knows I am here.

"Not true." came a voice through the murk. I know you're there."

She became aware of a scratching sound as the mud above her began to shiver. The rhythm of the movement became more frantic as two black paws worked diligently to dig her free.

At last she saw the face of the fox as he reached his snout down into the hole and grabbed her in his mouth. Tugging with some urgency to free her form the earth.

"still a freak" hissed the dagger tree. "You don't belong here."

The fox wasted to no time and whirled and took flight.

She was barely conscious of the burry pattern of browns and greens as they streamed passed her as she was carried away from the dagger tree.

"You can't ... grow ... when your the ....shadow of ....darkness." the fox panted as he stopped and set her down.

She rolled over and over in the soft grass, Her bark less trunk still soaking with muck and mire, twisted uncomfortably as she rolled. "why did you dig me up?" she said at last, as a few drops of the ground water squeezed out of her in grey tears.

His soft brown eyes smiled as he stood up and shook the last of the mud from his rich red coat. Without answering her, he placed a paw on her to keep her from rolling off. He began looking though the trees around then. His ears alert and focus on the task.

At last he picked her up and in a smooth jump began climbing up a nearby tree. With some effort he wedged her in the branches so the tree was cradling her. He said to her. "We are born to be carried. All of us carried in our mother's womb. All of us carried in the loving arms of family until we can walk. All of us carried when we are wounded and can't walk. All of us carried to our graves."

He jumped out of the tree and scratched a quick nest in the grass at the base of the tree. Curling up he tucked his face under his tail.

She tried to twist in the branches, but they held her firm. Irritated she snapped, "why did you dig me up?"

His tail twitched off his face. "You were not dead."

"But I wanted to be." she painfully moaned.

"That is why we are carrying you. Until your legs are again strong enough to carry yourself."


The wind stirred and began to rock the tree. She felt herself began to sway.

"Yes we" said the trees around her.

She fell into an exhausted sleep safe in the tree.

end of part three...


hmmm. story is refusing to be a trilogy. Okay fine, not giving up. I will find a way to get her out.

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