I like to walk here; you see things in the forest.
Not just birds and insects; not only deer peeping shyly from behind gnarly trunks, or foxes slinking from the shadows.
Sometimes I’ve seen bodies in the undergrowth; sometimes voles, dormice, rabbits.
Sometimes other bodies.
It’s getting dark; I hurry on home.
When I arrive Aunt Eleanor is visiting again. I watch Daddy, watching her.
Then I watch her, watching me.
She doesn’t like me much, but I don’t mind.
Daddy says I can have a pony sometime soon. And maybe a puppy too.
Because you see things in the forest.
Phew! Unpleasant though this little girl might be, she’s nothing on the first attempt I had for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Maybe some other time …. 🙂 Rochelle springs a surprise on us this week by posting the prompt a day early – I thought I was having a senior moment for a while this morning.