I love writing prompts! They stretch my imagination, and often make me write outside of my comfort zone and that can never be a bad thing. This week I give you a piece of flash fiction that came from a meme called Wicked Wednesday: Write from the point of view of the last tree standing in the forest.
Jenne
I realized just how much you loved me sometime ago. Day after day I watched as you and your friends would visit this place. You used to come for all of us, fight the good fight to save us. Our friends both drifted away as often happens in life and we were all that remained. You are the only one that still visits me, that still cares.
As our friends diminished I would watch as you’d sit under my protective limbs, take out your lunch box and proceeded to thoughtfully devour your lunch. You’d gently sip on your water before beginning your ritual. It always begins this way and today was no different:
You survey the horizon, making sure that we truly are alone, before you expose yourself to the fresh air that surrounds us. I watch as you remove your outer layer, exposing yourself to me. You revel in your nakedness, caressing your body, tapping into your very core. I’m not sure what you’re searching for as you press your vulnerable form against mine. Truth is, I don’t care! I’m glad you are here, I’m glad that we can share this moment of quiet victory together.
I feel your softness as you settle down at the bottom of my own thick, strong trunk. You caress your own nakedness, whilst digging deeper into my trunk. I can sense your excitement. It’s as though being close to me makes your own sap flow a little faster and I know how much you enjoy the feeling. As your hands move skilfully over your body, I observe, silent, towering above you. I feel the tension within your body begin to grow as you deftly move your hand over your sun kissed form. I love to watch your face illuminate as your fingers skillfully move between your legs that are now spread as wide as my base and you begin to travel to a different place. A place that I sense was once as filled as the space we now sit upon, but over the years has like this place become lonely. I offer you a place to escape, to feel safe once more to do as you wish with your own body.
I feel your energy build, the sap rising through your body, like an aphrodisiac, and it consumes you. Deeper and deeper you dig, the tension rising within your body until, like a branch falling from a tree you let it go. Unable to offer it the strength it needs to hang on and no longer wanting to, letting it hit you with the force that the trees that once surrounded this place fell all those months ago. Hitting you with the same force that your tears hit the ground the day they tore the forest down.
You slump against me as the energy you have created dissipates. I feel it coursing through my own sap now as if you have transferred it to me. As it spreads outwards, my leaves begin to rustle, but there is no wind. For a brief, all to sweet moment we are bound as one. No longer alone…
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