For the Trees

By Len Calderone

Brian licked his lips, as thirst overtook him. Boy, could he go for a long draft just now. There was nothing scenic about tress that hid the sky, fallen stumps to climb over, vines that seemed to grow around his legs, even as he moved, and the silence, the deathly silence. Where were the birds that he heard singing so sweetly not more than an hour ago? In fact, where were the sounds of traffic? He hadn’t heard a single car since he entered this . . . this, whatever it was.
Later, the sheriff was asked, ““I understand that there was something strange about what you found?” His answer was . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Len Calderone
• Release date: Apr 27, 2018

Len Calderone

After a long career in business management, len has retired to writing short stories. All of his stories end with a twist. He also writes articles for several technology emagazines in the fields of robotics, alternative energy, audio visual and home automation.

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For the Trees

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Len Calderone

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Copyright © 2011 by Len Calderone

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For the Trees

Brian licked his lips, as thirst overtook him. Boy, could he go for a long draft just now, imagining a Bud draft in his hand. He could almost taste it, making him thirstier. Sweat was running off of his bare and scratched arms. Examining his clothes, he was glad that he wore jeans on the trip back, rather than the shorts that he originally selected. Of course, he never planned on this scenic side trip. No, not scenic. There was nothing scenic about tress that hid the sky, fallen stumps to climb over, vines that seemed to grow around his legs, even as he moved, and the silence, the deathly silence. In the absence of any noises, the silence was deafening. Where were the birds that he heard singing so sweetly not more than an hour ago? In fact, where were the sounds of traffic? He hadn’t heard a single