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" - A fat bumblebee rolled around in a flower head, gathering pollen. “Why don’t they sneeze when they do that? - " There's something curiously whimsical about this sentence - something, how you say...child-like? Inadvertently innocent? Like a small child staring in wonder at such a thing. And whether you know it or not, you have defined a sense of nature that holds a great deal of colour, texture and imagery. Very cool!

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It Speaks to Me

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She had a friend.

I selected fantasy, but it isn't really. It is how I commune with nature. I would like some input on the POV though please. I found it difficult to decide where it should be separated.

Palm to bark, the familiar connection traveled down through my arm and deep inside. Feelings welled up in gratitude, spilling outward.

“I am so incredibly lonely.”

I know.

I sat down on the riverbank. No doubt my light-coloured shorts would be stained by the grass; it was very long and slightly wet, and I felt my bottom sink a bit as I settled.


A light breeze set leaves to rustling.

Shhhh. Be still. It doesn’t matter.

“No, I suppose not.” I looked out over the water and sank into something else. Peace? No, not that. Relief perhaps. Yes, that was closer to it. I could be myself here, let out all my worry and grief to the four winds.  I wasn’t sleeping anymore I had so much inside. “I don’t like it you know. I don’t want to be lonely.”

More rustling.

Then don’t be.

“Easy for you to say, you’re surrounded by your own kind.”

I could almost see the smirk.

You are too when you choose to be.

“Yes but they’re not like you. They don’t listen as well.”

An eyeroll this time. As if he had eyes--or gender. What a silly thought.  

Neither do you. Look at what’s before you. Listen to what it’s telling you.

“You’re right, I know you’re right. OK, I’ll look.”

The sun was sparkling on the water, making it shine like polished glass. Tiny circles appeared, little insects pushing against the gleaming surface--a swim team traversing the liquid expanse. Part of me delighted in their marvelous ability to stay afloat, while the rest of me continued to sink; there was certainly enough mud around to suck me under.
Was that a frog? Yes, two bulbous eyes stared at me in...well, it looked bored, honestly. The other insects must be bored too, they were lazily rubbing their legs together. The air fairly hummed with the sound. A fat bumblebee rolled around in a flower head, gathering pollen.

“Why don’t they sneeze when they do that? I know I would with all that stuff up my nose.” 2 comments

A series of tiny snaps rent the air. I pictured him stretching his limbs outward.

Is that all you can think about?

“Yes, actually. At the moment anyway.”

Well then...good.

Good? I supposed it was. Yes, it was.

“I never expected  it to end. I thought I’d be married for life. It took me forever to say yes, and then I never looked beyond it.”

A leaf skimmed my hair.

I know.

“I pictured us in our old age. We saw each other through our sunset illnesses, he died and I gardened to the end. Our daughter moved on, got happily settled and came to visit me often.”


“Isn’t it? So why didn’t it happen that way?”

I don’t know.

“Well you’re supposed to! If you don’t who does?”

We all have to find our own way to grow, you know that. I bend around obstacles set in my path.

“Is that what I’m supposed to do, bend?”

You could try it.

“I don’t want to.”

Nice pout.

I stuck my lip out further. “Thank you.”

Does that make you feel better in some way?

I grinned. “Actually, yes. Humans need to express themselves.” As if he didn’t. Hah.

Ah. Continue then.

I proceeded to make a series of ridiculously silly faces until the sheer stupidity of my actions struck me and I laughed out loud. The sound startled me, as well as my pleasant surroundings; dead silence fell suddenly on the pond.

“Oh! I’ve destroyed it.”

No you haven’t. You can’t. Not that way. Just give it a moment, it’ll come back.

And sure enough it did. Within moments the insects had resumed their movements, and a red-winged blackbird started trilling on the end of a reed, not in the least disturbed that it was bending it to almost breaking.

Bending but not breaking. Maybe he had a point. It seemed to work for him, for nature herself. I should study the technique a bit more though, to make sure I got it right.

“Can I stay a while?”

As long as you like.

I did, and soon fell into a light doze with all of my observations. I gradually became more aware of my old friend bent over me, his presence a strong, silent comfort, while the earth herself cradled  my body on a lush carpet of green. I sank my fingers in and sighed. My spirit swayed to the gentle rhythm of life. My heartbeat slowed to match it and, finally finally finally, I slept.

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