It’s said that on the outskirts of town there’s a clearing, and in this clearing a tree.
And during the nights when the moon is full, the beasts of the forest, deer, rabbits, elves and gnomes, gather there to dance.
And the wonder and magic of nature is thusly displayed by moonlight, and anyone fortunate enough to witness it understands, for perhaps the first time, what it means to be alive.
…and sometimes, while I’m working graveyard shifts, serving waffles, I wonder if I ought to go there, and see it for myself.
But there never seems to be time…
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Fantasy, Short story, Tree
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