“Hi
Ho Hi Ho , Its Off To Work We Go!!”
The A-Team*
Looks like CJ
is coming over this weekend and he'll be joining me for the card game
tournament doohicky. Who will win? Me, him, or more likely some
stranger who is a lot better than us? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Oren And His
Fiddle
A rock slide
fell through down mountainside. Devastation cut through the forest
and chaos filled the air, along with music. The trees snapped and the
rocks crashed with booms and cracks that an attentive ear could make
into notes.
At least that's
what I think. The name's Oren, I camp in this wilderness, playing my
fiddle to the sounds of the forest. Sometimes when I hear the rain
outside my tent, but also when I hear the animals scream as one hunts
the other. All nature makes notes and I play them on my fiddle. The
rock slide turned out to be one of my favorite songs.
I felt
disappointed when the rock slide ended. But glad too since I always
feel obligated to finish my songs. Though my body ached in excitement
for another set of notes to present themselves. God granted my wish
as lighting struck a tree and a forest fire started.
What wonderful
notes as the woods burned around me. I hummed to the soft burning
crackles and the notes I fiddled along too. I knew I needed to finish
this song. Follow it along as much as I could. Even as the smoke
enveloped me, I knew it. I needed to play the lovely notes of this
forest's decay.
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