(oops I thought I already posted this one! sweatdrop )
Peter closed the door behind him and looked around inside. Everything was made from the tree he was standing in. The large comfortable chair, the tiny stool, the sink, the cupboards, everything he saw was wood. Soon he discovered a staircase that led higher up the tree. He explored the seconded and third level, learning that the higher he went the smaller the floors got.
He reached the forth floor and saw that it was only one room. He saw it only contained musty, old straw, a thin sheet that had many holes, a single window, and a small, two shelved bookshelf. He walked over to it. A plain, white vase filled with many types of flowers was all that was on top. He looked at the many different pressed leaves and flowers, colourful pebbles and stones, feathers, and patches of lost furs that were on display. He looked carefully at the shelf and found a single book that was hidden behind and under the stones and pebbles.
Peter was intrigue by the book and decided to free it. The cover was bare, as well as the back. He sat down on the floor and started to read. He read a few pages and remembered it was the story that his father used to read to him. He continued to read the story. Tears appeared in Peter’s eyes as he read. The story brought about countless memories of him and his father. He stopped half way through the book. He knew it would hurt even more if he continued to read it. He placed back on the shelf, behind all the stones.
“Why did you have to go,” silently whispered Peter.
The bird caught up to him and watched the tears that fell and the new ones being born. Peter reached out to the bird. It jumped into his hand. He held it up to his face to look into its eyes. He could feel the young thing was tired from its excursion of climbing up the stairs. He placed it on his shoulder and stood up. He looked around once more and left the room. He wiped the tears away and tried to harden his heart.
“Well now, where to next little bird,” he said as cheerfully as he could.
It peeped and looked down the stairs.
“Alright then down we go.”
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Fri Sep 26, 2008 @ 05:41pm · 0 Comments |
