Tree, Effects
of the wind, Television, Squirrel, Keyboard
Wind, Singing, Rollercoaster, laughter, Typing
Sweat, Food, Dogs, Perfume, Air freshener
Food, Hair, Cardboard, Sawdust, Keyboard
Skin, Cloth, Leather, Wood, Keys
As
I sat in class, the rhythmic patter of finger’s upon keys playing like music,
my mouth felt as if I had just tried to swallow sawdust. My tongue felt like
leather as I tried to swallow so I could finally think straight. I had to think
of something, anything to put down on my paper, yet I just sat there staring at
the blank screen, my cursor making its little disappearing act, on off on off.
A cold tendril of sweat ran down along my back, tickling the fine tiny hairs in
its path. What to write about? What to say? My stomach grumbled, just another
distraction as my body decided now would be the perfect time to remind me I
hadn’t had any breakfast that morning. My hand twitched as it hovered just
above the keyboard and I let out a small trill of nervous laughter. What to
write about, what to do? Maybe the tree I thought to myself, yes the tree. I
looked at it, its grand trunk soaring majestically upwards in the classroom.
How could I have ignored it for so long? Perhaps the same way the rest of the
class had, we must’ve been so engrossed in our work that we didn’t even see the
long thin branches whiz past our faces in the breeze, didn’t hear the slight rustle
of razor sharp leaves slicing the wind, the soft crack of swaying branches.
Then came a deafening roar, as the chainsaw bit deep into its side. I lept from
my chair screaming, without the tree I would have nothing to write about.
“Help” I cried to my
classmates, yet they did nothing, simply looked at me in a combination of surprise
and horror. Why didn’t they see? Why didn’t they help? The long brown trunk
began its long fall, screaming out its final moments as it toppled to the
floor. I ran around in hysterics until the paramedics arrived. “Finally, please
you have to help” I cried, as they slowly approached me and the tree, quick
maybe we can still save her. One looked at us for a long moment before pulling
out a needle and moving forward. “Please you have to save her, you have to help”
I begged as he came slowly closer. I looked back down at her frustrated that he
was taking so long, then felt an icy harp sting in my arm as the strangest
tingle began to spread…
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