The Slingshot Forest

Walking through his forest of green grain slingshot trees with boughs stretching out in victory signs he was a young boy again.
Memories bustled around his subconscious bursting back to that ten year old boy who was more likely to grin about a mishap than worry or sook.
He remembered a lot about his childhood.
He remembered very little about his childhood.
The polarity of this was neither an abandonment or argument, his life was consoled by the very fact some things remained hidden and some things spoke loudly to him.
Simply for him there was one upside of that fine line and another hidden thinner underside.
There were tiled scenes in his unconscious mind, dialogued and tailored, metered with pin pricks of quieter voices. Voices in deep shadows that hid what was between.

The day was fading into evening and as the sun took the warmth of the day away a scent hued the air.

He looked up and the light seemed brighter than it should have been, or was that the tip of some uneven feeling touching his thoughts?
He stood still.
A memory flinched and stung a pitch of dark tone, a face hung with eyes that did not blink in his mind.

His legs were running before he gave them command…..

© K S Hardy 2010

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  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellalmost 5 years ago

    Wow darling this piece is really haunting,
    Your imagery is so real I felt right surrounded by a forest. To be so clearly in two minds so as to experience two experiences…well I’ve goosebumps

    mesmerising writing xoxo

  • I think most people that I know these days have acknowledged the duality of themselves…there are some who walk very much with single drive within….either I think is no better or worse…
    Thank you babe…..your support of my writing holds me up to think maybe I can…….xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Mel Brackstone
    Mel Brackstonealmost 5 years ago

    I remember much, but I remember little….I understand that totally! Wonderful work, KS!

  • Ahhh then you are one of my mob then! Thanks Mel x

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Matt Penfold
    Matt Penfoldalmost 5 years ago

    Compelling writing Karen, and something I think most can relate to, nice work indeed :-) x

  • Hi Mr LensBaby :O)
    Thank you for putting your walking shoes on and having a meander in the slingshot forest…
    I wonder if as a boy if you were any good with slingshots? I don’t recall giving them a try….xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • MissingYou
    MissingYoualmost 5 years ago

    Oh yes an adventure I see….wonderful write:)

  • Hi ya
    thanks for being part of the adventure… :O))

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Teacup
    Teacupalmost 5 years ago

    remembering alot, remembering little – yes, something I can relate to… I await for more of his journey! xx

  • Hi there…. And he kept on going….like us we keep on going to we get out of our slingshot forest…xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • sandra22
    sandra22almost 5 years ago

    Where do you get these interesting characters from doll? :))
    I will stay tuned …
    sandra x

  • Ummm now where did this one come from….well would you believe one word?

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • linaji
    linajialmost 5 years ago

    YES.. i AM ONE … who says… .‘more please’.. I love your imagery and you tackle subjects I don’t even think of till you bring them up!! My god.. maybe I do think of them without knowing!!
    You brillant gal pal! xoxo

  • Thank you… encourage me so much…xxxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • ShadowDancer
    ShadowDanceralmost 5 years ago

    Each line in this is beautiful… slingshot trees, the childhood relieved, remembering and forgetting all at once.. I was here in this beautiful and poignant moment and I too, found myself running….. xxxxx

  • My son told me about slingshot trees the other day which was the impetus for this story….I just shouted to me….story….
    And so I wanted and my muse took my hand ….xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Druidstorm
    Druidstormalmost 5 years ago

    The enigmatic mind at times the reflective thought! Your words truly a voice to be heard my friend! Bravo!!!…)o(

  • Thank you…..I truly appreciate your kind

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • TeriLee
    TeriLeealmost 5 years ago

    Beautifully written….but but but….what was he running from!?? OK I know I gotta be patient…but I am not good at waiting…hee hee….can’t wait for the sequel…this was a very cool read! :)

  • Thanks TeriLee I wrote this as it came to me so at this stage there were about three different endings.
    It also has helped me look at my concentration levels…..I tend to flit from one project to another sometimes so this was good lesson for me to stick to one thing. I hate waiting too! :))

    – Arcadia Tempest

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