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Flash Fiction Saturdays – In A Forest

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I jumped into the greens of blueberry bushes. Long grass shook and swung from the impact, tickling my legs. My naked feet in sandals bared prickly ground made of pine needles and cones. The ants scattered in separate directions.

I would spend all day in there, loitering around, bugging bugs on trees, and playing hide and seek with mushrooms. At times when I was hungry, I would find a couple of blueberries here and there. And when I was full enough to continue indulging my curiosity, I walked further into the forest. Knowing every stump and hill, I knew I was not going to get lost. The forest was looking out for me, bathing me in scents of dry pine bark and lavender.

‘How many bees did you see today?’ He asked me gently, sipping on the hot brew.

My memories flooded with peppermint leaves growing on an abandoned farm in the middle of that forest. I remembered that I was running away from a bee to end up there. It was a secret of mine that I like to visit from time to time.

And on one of those days, like today, silver and gold was dripping from the horizon at the same time. Getting through a thicken of young oaks, I walked into the sacred place I cherish so much. In the twilight I saw something glowing – a technological invention. A Sir was sitting on a tree stump, staring into a spot on his phone. Surprised, I almost lost my footing on the slippery moss. Sliding my hands down the flexible brunches burned my hands. It was clear that he should be left alone in his own thoughts, and that I should get back home before it gets completely dark. Through blurring vision of my eyes, I started retreating into the thicken. But a plummy voice of an unusual guest spoke:

‘I was waiting for you.’

Every Saturday I write a piece of Flash Fiction and I try to describe how the world looks and feels through Highly Sensitive Person’s eyes.

This time I tried to capture a forest and how it feels for an HSP like me. I wrote this with an inspiration of my childhood memories when I used to spend a lot of time in the forest next to my house. Of course, I took a little bit of a fantasy route here, but the idea stays the same.

For Highly Sensitive People, forest, or forest bathing, is one of the most effective relaxation methods. I wish all of us could spend as much time as possible in there. And I think that people around us should know about this.

Thank you for reading my weekly fiction, see you next Thursday for more information about Highly Sensitive People.

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By Jevgenija Zukova

I'm a second year university student doing Accounting and Finance course. I stand together with other female entrepreneurs to bring sensitivity into the business world, fun of art and creativity into local communities, and awareness of highly sensitive people.

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