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The boy climbed over a fallen tree, dull and dark, even in the moonlight. It’s branches stuck out in contorted ways, the roots mangled about.

He continued on and followed the trail as it led him into the mouth of the forest. Frogs croaked, crickets chirped, but yet, it seemed almost quiet. Charlie reached the trail’s end, and closed his eyes abruptly in reminiscence.

***

“Where are we going?” Charlie asked his grandfather as they stepped out into a field, where a long, winding, muddy trail lay ahead.

“I want to show you a special place,” his grandfather replied, with a twinkle in his dull blue eyes. The two set off along the trail, the grandfather walking at a moderate place, limping, as the young boy followed eagerly, close behind.

They reached the edge of the forest, and Charlie looked around fearfully.

“What are we doing here?” he asked nervously. “The forest is dark, and scary, and -”

“You are with me,” his grandfather replied, smiling slightly. “And besides, this place that I am about to show you is perfectly safe.” He stopped, then continued on. Charlie looked down at the ground for a moment, then hurried to catch up.

The forest was cool and quiet, with a few rays of sunlight peeking through the large trees, reflecting light on the forest floor. Charlie’s grandfather walked ahead knowingly, towards a small pond. He put a finger on his lip in silence, and creeped on, tip-toeing. Charlie copied the action, and peered around his grandfather.

The pond was shimmering. It was sparsely covered by cattails and water lilies, upon which a bullfrog was sitting, croaking hoarsely. There was a small splash as a minnow surfaced, then swam down again. Dragonflies perched upon and flew above the cattails, darting around in short bursts of speed. And at the water’s edge, with legs splayed as it dipped its head slowly into the water, was a beautiful white tailed deer.

Charlie opened his eyes in awe. The deer was - there was no other word to describe it - majestic. It’s glossy chocolate brown fur fell down at its sides in shaggy rows, its deep brown eyes were gleaming, its jet black hooves polished, and intricate antlers sat atop its head. Charlie pointed excitedly. Grandfather nodded.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered softly, and Charlie nodded vigorously. Seeing the movement, the deer’s head shot up and it looked around, ears twitching nervously. Upon spotting the two, it sprang off, leaving dust in its wake. Charlie looked glumly at the ground.

“I wish it stayed longer,” he said longingly.

“We’ll find it some other time,” Grandfather said. They headed back up the muddy trail, back home.

***

Charlie’s eyes opened up again, and he continued onward, his feet pattering on the ground softly. At the edge of his view, he saw a small, shimmering pond. He approached it softly, tip-toeing. He turned, with his back against a tree, and, hardly daring to breathe, peered around to get a look at the pond.

Cattails and water lilies covered the pond, almost hiding the water from view. Tadpoles zoomed under the surface of the water, and two frogs sat together on a water lily. Multitudes of minnows joined the tadpoles in mindless swimming, and the dragonflies darted above. Charlie drew in his breath sharply.

A lone tombstone sat beside the water, staring sadly at the water. Engraved into it were these words:

Will Erves
1936-2001
Grandfather of Charlie Erves
Keeper of the pond

Charlie sat down and started crying. His tears trickled slowly down his face, and then dropped to the ground. His face became red and puffy, and he sniffled softly. A sudden clip-clop made him stop. Eyes wide, he looked up.

The majestic, white tailed deer was there. Behind him was his family. They stood together, and stared out across the pond, at Charlie. Almost knowingly, they seemed to nod at him. He stood up, looked back at them, and smiled.

“Goodbye Grandpa,” he whispered, then turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing until they faded out.]]> http://www.writerq.com/library/553/the-pond-in-the-woods/ Wed, 20 Aug 2014 19:53:24 +0000 WQ Admin http://www.writerq.com/library/464/spider/ The intsy weensty spider crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out, Out cam thesunand dried up all the rain and the eensy weensy spider crawled u the spout agoain.The intsy weensty spider crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out, Out cam thesunand dried up all the rain and the eensy weensy spider crawled u the spout agoain. http://www.writerq.com/library/464/spider/ Fri, 01 Aug 2014 03:32:32 +0000 WQ Admin http://www.writerq.com/library/314/girl-in-the-diner-revised/
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