Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Silver Trees

I couldn't have gone that far, not on foot. I stood up and feebly attempted to survey my surroundings. Where was I? I touched my face, my hands were wet with dirt. I looked down towards the ground at my feet. I had misplaced my shoes. My socks were black.

A path stretched out in front of me like a pier heading out to sea. The leaves were crisp under foot as I moved towards the light. A dim light, one that shone through the forest, the light flickered against the silver trees. My jeans were damp against my legs, they began to grate the skin on my thighs. The friction felt like fire, I dropped to the floor again. The silver trees glistened, I raised my head, now on all fours, I could feel myself sinking, the wind whistled past my ears and I was gone.