Yesterday I encountered a funny little man in these twisted woods. Dressed in bark, vines in his hair. Two feet high, one foot wide, three eyes and a nose like a solid brass trumpet. “Come back on the morrow and I will grant you one wish,” said he.
One wish, one wish, one wish. Gold? Silk? Baskets of fruit? A barrel of meat? My husband? The child?
Reenter the woods. My mind in a whirl. Nothing moves. No birds. No wind. No little man.
I remain lost. Hallucinating again.
Up From the Ashes 
This hallucination is so much better than mine. My hallucinations always try to kill me. Great story!
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This hallucination just might kill, don’t you think?
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Nice / sad idea.
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Somehow dry woods make me kinda’ sad.
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Nice twist to a fairy tale ending expectation (although not nice for the narrator.)
janet
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Thank you, the woods looked like something from a bleak fairy tale
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Too bad the guy didn’t show up with the one wish. Good story. Nan
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Maybe later he will . . .
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Dear Alicia,
Poignant ending that had me wondering and rereading on her wish list. There’s more story between the lines. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks! And thanks for all your help getting this posted.
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Sad that nothing was there. Some backstory there which we need to know. And what would her wish have been?
Lovely.
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Thank you for looking at my post. There is backstory from another Friday Friction post.
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Wow, that’s some serious hallucination haha good job 🙂
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Creepy woods can do that to person.
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