"Close your eyes and tell me what you see."
I close my eyes slowly, listening to the calming waves from outside the open window. The sound fades away as the images in my mind come to life.
I take a tentative step forward only to hear a resounding crack through the darkness, the only light coming from the full moon directly overhead. I jump back only to realize that the sound came from the now broken tree branch that was underneath my foot. I turn around, scanning my surroundings. Trees. Trees everywhere. I take a deep breath, the smells of the forest assault my nose. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, forcing the memories away.
Not now.
I pause for a moment trying to identify each scent. Various trees, animals, and plants, but there is another. A scent that should not be in the forest this late at night. A child. My eyes fly open as I hear the first strangled cry pierce the still darkness. I rush through the trees scraping my arms and legs as I push my way through trees and tall grass. I break through the treeline and stop. The trees form a perfect circle around a small meadow. A meadow in which sits a small girl. Her back is turned to me so I can only faintly see her. Her long dark brown hair brushes the grass as she shakes with heavy sobs. I walk closer only to see that she is not alone. There is another person there, they are laying on their back in the grass as if looking up at the millions of stars in the sky. But they are not.
A pool of blood has come from the body and has stopped just before the little girl. I move closer, wanting to console her but when I try to speak, I can't. I stand over the body and my gut wrenches. It was a very handsome young man but his most unique feature was his lavender eyes that had glazed over and now stared unblinkingly at the sky. I looked at the girl, she had stopped crying and was staring at me. Her large green eyes were filled with questions that I knew I didn't have the answers too.
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One shots
RandomSometimes a scene just comes to mind and the only way to stop thinking about it is to write it.