Into the Woods--Snippet 1

* This is a work of fiction.

  Into the woods they walked. The older man leading the young boy; each playing off the other's shadow. They walked deeper and deeper into the woods; up and down the small hills and through the pastures of forgotten cattle and homesteads. The older man pointed out special rocks, leaves, and creek beds that he knew the boy would enjoy. The boy wouldn't remember the names of what he saw later on, but only how they came out of the old man's mouth like the words from a secret language.

  And so they walked from morning till afternoon, through the hours and deeper into the woods. The older man pointed out places that used to be homes full of life, but now where only half chimmneys and forgotten wells. He told him stories about the families that lived there and the boy missed them even though he had never met them. And the young boy wished so badly to have been around then and run around with the older man when he was a boy, but he didn't tell him this.

  The older man constantly told the boy to be quiet in the woods, but today the boy tried his hardest to walk as quielty as the older man had said the Indians used to walk. The older man had said that if you are quiet, then you will get to see some animals and the boy really wanted to see them. He knew they had been trying to sneak up on a beaver since he had first come out there. They paused at different places and sat real still so they could watch turkey and deer move about. The boy liked watching the deer, but he also liked the turkey because he liked pretending they were people and it made him laugh inside.

 They made their way to a larger creek and the young boy ran up ahead hoping to catch a beaver at work, but there weren't any in sight. The boy thought that maybe they had heard his footsteps. He made his way back to the older man who had stopped to pick up an arrowhead...

Snippet #2 coming at you Manana,
   David