I have spent the last couple of days working on my book, The Swamp Fairy. This morning I woke up knowing that I had to go to Fairy Swamp. I could not shake the feeling. I am glad I did because this is what I found:
The fog curled and draped around the trees and bushes. It was hot, around 80 degrees F. at 6 a.m. I don’t know if I was hot and sweating or if the fog made me wet, but I was dripping. I looked into the far side of the swamp and saw this dark corridor beckoning to me. ‘Only a fool would rush in where others fear to tread – it turns out I’m a fool.’
I ran across the road and slipped between the barbed wire fences that encircled Fairy Swamp on the south side of the helicopter field behind my house. Not bad for an old broad, I thought to myself, breathing heavily in the humid air. I walked carefully, staying away from the watery edge of the slough. Frogs croaked deep in their throats while mockingbirds sounded the alarm high above. I watched for snakes in the trees and on the ground. I stepped carefully.
I had to see what was at the end of the darkness that beckoned to me. I was pulled, toward that deep black hole between the trees. Spider webs clung to my arms. I brushed them off, moving stealthily through the dense underbrush. Moisture dripped on me from the leaves of the trees. The swamp grew quiet as if it sensed that an intruder was present.
I crept forward as silently as I could. Dead leaves crunched underneath my feet. The smell of decay drifted in the air. The darkness deepened and expanded. The gloom made it difficult for me to see. Bushes tore at my arms and wet leaves licked across my face. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to continue.
I was almost at the end of the gloom. Suddenly, butterflies of every shape and color rose up from the stump of a tree. Next, dragonflies, their wings, and bodies bejeweled in the colors of gems arose from the center of the stump. Their wings commingled in a riot of color, a kaleidoscope of shapes. The fluttering of wings filled my ears.
I panicked. I was spooked! I ran as hard as I could run to the far edge of the slough where the swamp meets the field. I burst forth from the brush, my hiking boots covered in nettles. Dripping sweat and breathing hard, I looked back toward the blackness of the dark corridor. It was then I realized I had missed the swamp fairies in all their glory!
What a fool I was to run!
This is my contribution to Mel’s Midweek Writing Menagerie! I chose Option 1: Here are the rules:
Option 1: Sentence Starter – ‘Only a fool would rush in where others fear to tread – it turns out I’m a fool.’
The sentence can be used anywhere in the story. The maximum word count is 1,000 words. The genre can be any of your choosing; either factual or fiction based. You may use art to interpret the sentence, or poetry if you wish.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed my tale of fact and fiction. You decide which is which.
Until the next time,