“I don’t
suppose you want to tell me what we’re doing here?”
“Watching….”
“Watching for
what?
“The next
fool….”
“You know we’re
not supposed to be here. This place has been marked as forbidden!”
“Only if you’re
afraid of its reality – are you?”
“What's to be
afraid of? It’s just some pine trees with a light bulb hanging from it.”
“Not according to legend. The space between
the trees, are supposed to be doorways into another time, another possibility,
another chance – possibly a last chance. You see how, in some places, the trees
are close together and in others they’re not? ”
“Yeah – so….”
“Haven’t you ever wondered why they’re like
that?”
“Not really.
Like I said, they’re just trees. It's that silly, light bulb that has me intrigued.
What's it doing in the middle of the forest? Better yet –where's the power
coming from?”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“If I did, do
you think I would bother saying so?”
“You don’t need
to be so snobby.”
“I’m not being
snobby, I just don’t understand why you think this is so spectacular, is all.”
“Then I guess
you don’t want to know the legend then?”
“Humour me, but
don’t expect me to believe you.”
“Well, you see
the flowers under the light bulb? “
“Yeah….”
“They’re
supposed to be broken hearts.”
“Broken hearts!
They’re violets.”
“Oh, well,
fine. I guess you don’t want to know how they became broken hearts….”
“Go on – tell me how they became broken
hearts.”
“Well, it’s like this….”
Want to find out what a blog hop is? Follow this link
