Okay so I’m doing M’s prompts and going to try and do a full month as one long story with no planning. Today it is ‘Spotted speck’
The instructions are to simply write for ten minutes or so each day and that’s about it. It’s certainly taking me longer than ten minutes but I will keep going with this for as long as I can and see where each days takes this. Either that or Ill stop if no one is reading it because its either too long or too ridiculous.
Henry walked slowly towards the tree. Drawn inexplicably and irresistibly, each step lighter than the one before and each one satisfying a growing desperation. At first in had appeared a speck in the distance, a dark spot in this barren landscape of nothing and as he walked towards it the silver grey branches were revealed, reaching as high upwards as her roots did downwards into nothing and it called to him in hushed comforting tones. He could hear the verdant green leaves rustling, joyous noise in this empty windless vacuum of solitude.
“Im coming” he whispered aloud. For the briefest of moments he considered that he may just have seen another person but then again, perhaps not. There was nothing to see here in the misty grey and he had wandered for so very long that his mind would often betray him with flashes of other worlds and disembodied voices.
That was a long time ago now though, and for as long as he could remember there was simply nothing.
“I’ve been waiting Henry” came soft welcoming words. “It’s time.”
Henry’s pace quickened, the gnarled trunk and sprawling branches towering high above him as he wandered below the dappled cover of her branches. Light streamed through the lush green canopy, yet above there was no sun to be seen. The golden rays were warm on his skin and he felt once more alive and awake.
“Where am I” Henry asked placing a hand on the trunk. It was rough and warm to the touch, and he could feel life coursing through it.
“You’re home Henry, you have reached the end of your journey.” Came the response. A voice sweet and light and full of hope.
“What happens now?”
“You will join us and return to the universe and be no more.”
“Sounds a little final” he said sounding worried.
“Have no concerns” the tree replied, her soft words echoing inside his mind “it is your time Henry.”
“Doesn’t feel like my time though” he replied agitated. “In fact I suddenly feel rather alive.”
As the words left his mouth the warm golden light flooding through the leaft canopy ceased and he was filled with an icy chill.
“Do not deny me” the tree ordered, her voice now sharp and harsh. “You are mine and it is time Henry.”
Henry leapt back from the tree and turned to run, his heart pounding. Fear replaced longing and he knew he needed to get as far away from where he was. Before he could take a step he felt something wrap around his foot and he fell to the ground.
“Don’t struggle” insisted the voice in his head “it will soon be over.” Another branch reached down from the canopy above and wrapped itself around his chest. It was tight and resist as much as me might he couldn’t free himself.
“I don’t want to go” he shouted as he was lifted up into the upper branches, but the more he struggled the more he was enveloped.
“Do not resist” she hissed, her voice now cruel and harsh. Smaller branches slithered and wound themselves about him until he was completely encapsulated like a leafy green and grey cocoon. The leaves rustled as she squeezed tight.
“Sssleep” she uttered deep into his head as he lay paralysed. He felt the branches and boughs tighten, making it impossible to breathe and as he drifted into eternal blackness he heard a final satisfied “yesss” and just like that the consciousness that was Henry George ceased to existence.
A final rustle of leaves and tightening of branches around his limp body reduced what was left of his physical form to energy and the tree drank deep. His life force coursing through her, electric blue pulsing from deepest root to hightest branch for the briefest of moments.
And then, she was again still.