Rooted

by Robotech_Master
originally published at 06:06PM on Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Day two. I don’t feel quite so cold anymore. My skin has started to roughen and take on a distinctly brownish tinge. It’s harder to move my limbs. I suppose I should think about settling into a comfortable position, because sooner or later I’ll freeze that way. But it’s all good; my inner tree is starting to become my outer tree. I need not worry about winter anymore.

It’s funny how all the cares and stress of my job seem to drift away now. It seems like the day is starting to go faster—the leaves of my brothers are blurring in the wind, and the sun moves almost visibly across the sky.

In the afternoon, some people come and stand nearby. They’re wearing green, perhaps they’re forest rangers? I try to wave to them, but my arms don’t move so well now. They’re moving around so much they’re not more than blurs anyway.

One of them tries to move me, but I’m firmly rooted in the ground by this point; there’s nothing they can do.

They leave, and night falls. I feel the rustling of a squirrel along my branches.

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Comments

  • from Nick:

    Interesting idea, but not quite my cuppa tea. Very well written, though, which more than compensates for the concept not being quite my “thing”.

  • from Robotech_Master:

    This was actually written as a sequel to a piece called ‘Treed’ but a system error prevented it from getting sequel linked.

  • from Ad Astra:

    I like it. Not quite where I was going with Treed, but that’s what Ficlets is all about, isn’t it?

    Well done.