Part 1 Mini Short Series

Part 1 Mini Short Series

Dirt, a taste and texture unique in this world, also what I tasted the day that I woke up alone in the forest. Birds chirping and the tinkling sound of a nearby stream, sunshine beating it's way into my groggy mind. How I got there, who I was, just about everything in my memory drew a blank as I sat up and spit the dry dirt from my mouth.

I tried hard to figure out what had happened to me, though only an empty vacuum of nothingness came to mind. I looked around and saw only towering trees, dead leaves and pine needles all around me. I dug into my pockets, only to find them empty save for a note that made no sense at all.

"You will understand, eventually."

That is the single line of script neatly printed on the crumpled piece a paper.

I rolled over and pushed myself up from the ground, my head swam and spun, I stumbled a couple of steps and roughly grabbed the trunk of a large maple tree. Water, I could hear the stream bubbling nearby, I released the tree and shuffled shakily in the direction of the sound.

I quickly found the little stream, my thirst was so great that I simply flopped to the ground and shoved my face into the cool running water and gulped in the delicious liquid. I drank so fast and deep that I became sick almost instantly and nearly drowned myself by gagging and choking under the water. I came up for air and to relieve my stomach of the water, then just as quickly dipped back for more.

After a few minutes of this horrible refreshment I pulled away from the brook and rolled unto my back. As I tried to relax and gain some bearing on my situation I became aware that I was not alone.
To Be Continued....Part 2