I saw it.
Just beyond the hem of trees that stitched together the Forrest dense and the meadow quiet.
I saw it amidst the shadows that deepened into blackness as the sun dipped low beyond the horizon.
I saw it because I wanted to and I dared not blink in case it faded into a figment of my own devises.
I saw it because I wanted to; because I had asked.
I had reached out and touched the silky silver section of reality that was better left unmarred. I had taken hold of it, with all my might, for all my curiosity, and tugged.
So now I saw. Still and silent in the shadows at the edge of the wood. It had heard me.
No longer a figment, no longer a thought; but real and as tangible as I on this day. I opened my mouth and naught of myself came forth.
I gasped and, choking on my own breath, I pleaded, "Dear God, what have I done?"
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Short Stories, Tall Tales
Short StoryA collection of short stories I've written over the years. The inspirations, plot content, morals, narration, and execution vary across stories. Each one was written as a stand-alone piece. They were, however, all pulled from the same swirling ma...
