twelve feet long formed a circle. In the center, also lying flat on the ground were two large stones of similar size, about two feet apart. Even though the meeting place was in the dead creepy forest, it seemed to have a peaceful or serene quality to it.
Logan first walked around the perimeter of the circle, seeing if there were any clues as to its purpose. He wandered into the inner circle of the stones, overcome with fatigue, hunger, and worry. Confused and exhausted, he sat down on one of the middle stones to collect his thoughts. Lauren presents a strong front on the outside, but I know she is still fragile on the inside. Now we’re here, ripped from our effing world, and plopped down in this god damn strange land. At home, while I may have been a pain in her butt, it was normal and expected. But at least I could protect her. If she needed time to be alone, I could distract Mom and Dad to provide Lauren with the personal time that she required. What can I do to help her here?
Images of Lauren flooded his memory, good and bad. Birthday parties, holidays, summer vacations and more. How he could make her so mad, she would threaten to call their parents. But she would always give him to the count of ten. Logan got so good at pushing her buttons, that he claimed the credit for teaching Lauren fractions. When he would not back off, she would start counting the final two numbers in quarter fractions; 8, 8 1/4, 8 1/2, 8 3/4 and so on, and he would usually wait until 9 3/4 before he would leave her alone. Logan imagined what this strange place would look like if the forest was alive, bursting with colors and fresh fragrances. Lauren would love it. So now broken Lauren is in a broken world, on a ledge facing the wrong way. What can I do to help her? How do I protect her? Without realizing it, the fatigue overtook Logan, and he lay upon the stone slab, quickly falling asleep.
Images of Lauren quickly filled his dreams, but not Strong Lauren . Instead, he dreamt of Hurt Lauren . Listening to her cry outside of her bedroom door, watching as she wandered in circles in their backyard, holding her hand at the funeral as she cried. The images invaded his sleep, the desire to see her smile in his dreams, battled with the images of Lauren crying. Then he rolled off the stone slab, and landed flat on his back between the two stone benches. Winded, with his head spinning, he reached out to the two stone benches, and as his forearms connected with the cold surface, his body convulsed, an intense burning sensation travelled through his arms, across his body. His vision filled with a white light, and then everything went black.
* * * * * * *
Lauren woke with a smile, felt happy, butterfly hugs . She blinked her eyes open, as there was at least one sun high enough in the sky to wake her, stepped out of her tree, and was surprised to see a burst of color. The plants that had been dead the night before were now alive, the most unusual flowers were blooming, and tree leaves were green. She saw berries on the bushes, bugs buzzing around, and even heard birds, though she could never spot them.
Lauren wandered over to a fallen tree, sat down, pulled a few berries off a nearby bush, and ate them. In her hand was the small dead tree from the night before, which she examined closely. It was actually three trees, which had grown in such a way, that they had wound around each other. It was very odd looking, especially since it still had a root cluster on the bottom. However, to Lauren it didn’t matter, as she decided she liked it. She felt as if she was still in a dream, and sat for a long time, inhaling the intoxicating air, and visually drinking in the vibrant colors. She went over to a large broad-leafed plant, plucked one leaf from it, and folded it into a pouch shape. Then she started gathering flowers, berries, pinecones, grasses, and some small fruits. Before she would pick one, she would sit for a few minutes in front of it, caress the
Logan first walked around the perimeter of the circle, seeing if there were any clues as to its purpose. He wandered into the inner circle of the stones, overcome with fatigue, hunger, and worry. Confused and exhausted, he sat down on one of the middle stones to collect his thoughts. Lauren presents a strong front on the outside, but I know she is still fragile on the inside. Now we’re here, ripped from our effing world, and plopped down in this god damn strange land. At home, while I may have been a pain in her butt, it was normal and expected. But at least I could protect her. If she needed time to be alone, I could distract Mom and Dad to provide Lauren with the personal time that she required. What can I do to help her here?
Images of Lauren flooded his memory, good and bad. Birthday parties, holidays, summer vacations and more. How he could make her so mad, she would threaten to call their parents. But she would always give him to the count of ten. Logan got so good at pushing her buttons, that he claimed the credit for teaching Lauren fractions. When he would not back off, she would start counting the final two numbers in quarter fractions; 8, 8 1/4, 8 1/2, 8 3/4 and so on, and he would usually wait until 9 3/4 before he would leave her alone. Logan imagined what this strange place would look like if the forest was alive, bursting with colors and fresh fragrances. Lauren would love it. So now broken Lauren is in a broken world, on a ledge facing the wrong way. What can I do to help her? How do I protect her? Without realizing it, the fatigue overtook Logan, and he lay upon the stone slab, quickly falling asleep.
Images of Lauren quickly filled his dreams, but not Strong Lauren . Instead, he dreamt of Hurt Lauren . Listening to her cry outside of her bedroom door, watching as she wandered in circles in their backyard, holding her hand at the funeral as she cried. The images invaded his sleep, the desire to see her smile in his dreams, battled with the images of Lauren crying. Then he rolled off the stone slab, and landed flat on his back between the two stone benches. Winded, with his head spinning, he reached out to the two stone benches, and as his forearms connected with the cold surface, his body convulsed, an intense burning sensation travelled through his arms, across his body. His vision filled with a white light, and then everything went black.
* * * * * * *
Lauren woke with a smile, felt happy, butterfly hugs . She blinked her eyes open, as there was at least one sun high enough in the sky to wake her, stepped out of her tree, and was surprised to see a burst of color. The plants that had been dead the night before were now alive, the most unusual flowers were blooming, and tree leaves were green. She saw berries on the bushes, bugs buzzing around, and even heard birds, though she could never spot them.
Lauren wandered over to a fallen tree, sat down, pulled a few berries off a nearby bush, and ate them. In her hand was the small dead tree from the night before, which she examined closely. It was actually three trees, which had grown in such a way, that they had wound around each other. It was very odd looking, especially since it still had a root cluster on the bottom. However, to Lauren it didn’t matter, as she decided she liked it. She felt as if she was still in a dream, and sat for a long time, inhaling the intoxicating air, and visually drinking in the vibrant colors. She went over to a large broad-leafed plant, plucked one leaf from it, and folded it into a pouch shape. Then she started gathering flowers, berries, pinecones, grasses, and some small fruits. Before she would pick one, she would sit for a few minutes in front of it, caress the
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