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The Treeman

 (My drawing) 

 (My drawing)

 (My drawing)

   The man was married for nearly fifty three years to the same woman.  She was his entire life and all the experiences he had included her. One day she got sick and died.  His world changed.  Everything was not the same.  Food tasted different, the sun was not as bright, the birds did not sing.  The world had changed and he could no longer cry.  
   One day, while leaving his house and heading into town the man stood along the roadside. He stood there thinking of all the many experiences he and his only wife of fifty three years, seven month, four days, and five hours had meant to one another.  A slow peaceful expression came over him.  Not a frown and not a smile, but contentment his life had unfolded as it should have, as it could have, as it did.  Sure there were a multitude of things left unspoken, left undone, but for the most part all was said just right, all was done just right, all was as it was.  Contentment came over him.
   Seemed the man was frozen in his inner thoughts and he disregarded the passerby along the roadside and the night drew on and it seemed the days passed him by without care.  He was not in a pit of dispair as some had feared, nor was he outwardly prancing with glee. His thoughts were all his own.  His memories were of contentment.
   The people who passed him by, tried as they may were never able to get the man's attention as they themselves went back and forth from the city to their country homes.  After sometime the "quiet-man" as he became known, was not bothered and became a fixture upon the way. Birds would lit on his shoulder or head undisturbed.  After awhile he raised his arms to stretch but found he could not lower them and he was alright with them staying raised. After sometime, lost in his thoughts of contentment and left alone by others, the others began to notice a change slowly come over him. Days later his feet had begun to grow roots out of his sandals. After awhile there were branches from his arms, twigs from his fingers, bark on his body and a tree he became lost in this thoughts.

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2 comments:

  1. not actually anonymous but I don't have an active acct in any of the options in the drop down menu.

    LOVE the logic sequence and esp the visual cues/ selections below the story. I'v e watched a documentary segment or two about the condition/ neurological possibly (cannot quite recall just now) and am also trying to recall whether this was the condition that affected the indiv. known as semi-celebrity in the 1800s "elephant man" John Merrick in Britain....

    super tale

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  2. Just saw/read this. I agree about the logic sequence mentioned in the comment above. You are a talented artist and thoughtful writer.

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