A lonesome, crying orphan, no more than four. The broken silence of the forest. The aftermath of war. Antlers like thick branches. A regal shadow floats. Above the green, it asks, “My dear, are you alone?” “D-deer?” The toddler hiccups, enamored by glowing fireflies. The child starved of warmth, an immeasurable amount of time. The forest’s guardian lifts her up, and up, and up. Into its loving grasp. “You are mine now,” it promises, and beyond the veil, they vanish.
I’m not sure if I like this one. I feel like I can get it to “sound” better, but I have a lot of prompts to catch up to for the contest. If I have time, I’ll return to it. 🙂