Thursday, January 11, 2007
Guest blog (story) by H. E. Eigler
Every so often, I float over to one or another literary blog and find something I really like.
Like H.E. Eiglers bit of flash fiction below.
I was split years ago, I don't feel the pain anymore but sometimes I awaken from a dream to the smell; the smell of burning from deep inside myself. It was lightning that hit me, split me and I've not been the same. Not really.The surface wounds have healed and the moss holds me together. Most days I don't even notice that my innermost self is out on display for the world to see. Most days I can feel like I used to. Quiet, reserved, stately – what a tree should be. But recently, there has been activity down in the crevice. There is now life where the burning used to be. Birds. They've nested inside and I can feel their wings flutter. At first I was anxious about their presence. I would worry there wasn't enough room for them, that I couldn't provide what they needed. But now I wonder if I will miss them when they are gone. When it is just me and the moss and the quiet will they think of me as home?Until then, I wait and feel them with me. I listen to their songs and cherish the company because even in a forest, life as a tree is lonely. I used to think it was what I wanted. Solitude. But since the birds came, I know I want more.
Published online by Island Grove Press. H.E. Eigler retains all copyright.