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Chapter 12: No Forest For The Trees

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Monie had grown quiet. She looked about and saw an endless field of flowers. Bealz's laughter rang all around her but she couldn't see him. Something seemed to flit across her face. Like a spider's web drifting along the breeze. She brushed at it annoyingly.

She didn't see the trees.

She came here often. Loved to stroll through the flowers at the bottom of the hill that she always stepped out onto. She loved the scent of them, the flowers. A beautifully aromatic explosion that filled her senses, drove out the garbage stench of the city streets.

But she only ever wanted to stroll through the flowers on her way to the sanctity of the trees. She cherished the close, intimate feeling of the woods. It seemed to reach out to her, as if it sensed her longing, and wrapped itself around her in a soothing, oak and pine and willowy comforter.

Now she couldn't see the trees. They should be well within sight. The little valley at the bottom of the hill was no more than a few minutes stroll before it gave way to the first of them. Now the flowers stretched on and on and Bealz's laughter echoed further and further away.


Monie brushed at her face, no longer annoyed. Now she was angry.

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