Anna gets the blues
Today’s prompt from #springlight
was to use a spring colour to write a paragraph of a story. I’m not really much of a fiction writer and, as you may have realised from my previous couple of posts, I’m just a little obsessed by bluebells at the moment so today I’ve set my story in “my” bluebell wood.Where Anna had previously lived, forests were dark and forbidding so she had no idea why Rosie was so insistent that they went for a “walk in the woods”. However, she was too tired and fed up to argue. Rosie was a force of nature and sometimes (often) it was just easier to give in. She trudged up the stony path behind her friend, trying to avoid the bushes that wanted to grab at her clothes.
“Right. Close your eyes, hold on to my shoulders and follow me. Don’t look until I tell you to.” Anna was baffled by Rosie’s instructions but complied…apart from peeping down at her feet as she moved. They shuffled forwards together for a minute or two until Rosie stopped. She moved slightly away and then whispered. “Now open your eyes…”
“Oh….my…!” Anna gasped at the sight in front of her….
As she had expected, there were trees with new green leaves but under the trees, moving gently in the breeze, bathed in dappled sunshine, was a carpet of blue flowers as far as she could see. With a deep sigh, she sank down onto a fallen tree trunk to absorb the sight. It was as if her senses, which had been dulled by weeks of stress and anxiety, were coming alive again. She sat and listened to the birdsong and the whisper of the breeze in the trees. She could feel the warmth of the sunshine and smell both the sweet scent of the flowers themselves, but also the damp, green smell of the woods.
Rosie watched quietly as her friend came back to life, the bluebells had worked their spring magic just as she had hoped.
