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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)

TITLE: From Out of the Forest
By Joy Faire Stewart
04/29/08


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The rising sun’s reflection on the lake sent crimson rays back to heaven. The morning was alive with chatter from the bird feeders as mockingbirds argued over breakfast.

The woman smiled and shook her head in amusement as she watched the mockingbirds’ antics. She adjusted the soft leather gloves around her fingers and pushed strands of gray hair back beneath the worn, straw hat she had taken from a nail next to the back door. She began by pruning her favorite of all the plants in the garden—the roses. As she removed the spent blossoms with her shears, showers of loose pink petals drifted to the ground. Contentment filled her heart, knowing new blooms would appear again.

A butterfly cocoon was attached by tiny, silk-like threads to a rose limb. The icicle-shaped cone was covered with minuscule bits of twigs. Not wanting to disturb the tiny nest, she moved to the next bush.

Two pairs of eyes—one a forest green, the smaller a sapphire blue—watched her every move.

For almost a week, those same green eyes had observed the woman from the shade of the azaleas, the blossoms providing the perfect vantage point for her mission.

The woman knew she was being watched. On a hunch, she began scattering thin slices of roasted turkey under the azaleas each morning as she entered the garden. The turkey was soon found and carried back to the forest, where the green-eyed mother’s tiny son was hidden in the hollow of an ancient oak stump. At first, he had struggled to chew the meat, but his hunger was strong. Soon, he was like a lion devouring wild prey.

Until today, he had not been allowed to follow his mother from the haven of the stump.

Dawn had begun to streak the magenta sky as he was awakened by his mother’s scratchy tongue washing the back of his ear. The ritual continued across his face and down his small, thin body. Somehow she seemed more determined this morning than usual. When he tried to nurse, she again boxed his ears as she had for the past week. He swatted her twitching tail as she washed the soft pads of his back paws.

Finally satisfied, she left the hollow stump with her son following closely behind. His soft caramel and cream fur, still damp from the bath, was pleasantly cool in the morning air.

They stopped at the lake’s edge for a drink, and she waited patiently as he chased a moss-green bullfrog through cattails. Soon tiring of the chase, he returned to her, only to be distracted again, by a bed of large, red ants. When she flattened her ears against her head, he moved quickly around the mound and returned to her side.

The air was filled with the subtle fragrance of bay trees as the pair stopped to sharpen their claws on a decaying pine log. Leaving the forest and stealthily entering the garden, she led him to her spot under the azaleas.

Today, the woman was trimming roses again, and the two pairs of eyes watched her movements. The fluttering petals were too much for him to resist, and he raced to catch the soft, pink confetti—stopping only when he realized he had skidded to a halt next to the woman.

He darted behind a stone garden angel, just out of the woman’s reach. She returned to the pruning, but watched him out of the corner of her eye.

From the azalea bush, the green eyes also watched.

The rising sun had brought warmth to the garden, and he couldn’t resist playing in the pink confetti. But he soon became bored and curled into a furry ball, falling fast asleep at the angel’s feet.

Before he knew what was happening, the woman scooped him up and held him against her soft, cotton apron. He squirmed and tried to break free, but she held him firmly with gentle hands.

“Hi, little fellow. Where did you come from? Do you have a name?”

As she walked to the house, she nuzzled him against her weathered cheek.

“How ‘bout I call you Morris? Martin? Or maybe Moses?

She chuckled as the screen door closed behind them.

The green-eyed mother looked back to see her son being carried into the depths of the house. Satisfied, she crept past the lake and was soon swallowed up by the dense foliage of the forest.


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Debbie Wistrom05/01/08
So many of your words reach me on the inside. This was real and vivid and enchanting.

I would read and cherish a collections of stories like this.

Keep up the good words! I'm thinking this will win a ribbon.
LauraLee Shaw05/02/08
I am so amazed by this piece. I was captivated by your poetic phrases and descriptions, as well as the way you made these creatures come alive in my heart. Pure excellence!
Betty Castleberry05/05/08
Beautiful description, lovely writing. I enjoyed this piece very, very much.
Holly Westefeld05/06/08
Your descriptions are exquisite, and I love your kitties. I was sad that the mother cat did not choose to share this loving home.
Willena Flewelling 05/06/08
This is a wonderful little story. It reminds me of our farmer neighbour's dog who used to bring all of her puppies over to our acreage home each day from the time they were tiny, and sometimes leave them behind as if she were hoping they would stay with us.
Jan Ackerson 05/06/08
Awwwww--this is irresistably sweet, and I'm not a big fan of "sweet". But I loved every word of this.
Joanne Sher 05/06/08
Beautifully descriptive. You painted the scene so vividly. Lovely!
Lisa Graham05/06/08
What a beautifully written, deeply moving piece. Your descriptions are so vivid, rich and heartwarming as this loving little mother made sure the baby she loved would have a loving home, where he would be safe and cared for by a loving human mother. This little story stole my heart!
Joshua Janoski05/06/08
Wow. Your descriptions in this are amazing! I could picture every little detail of the environment and of the woman and animals. THis was a delightful change from some of the other takes on this week's topic. Quite unique. I really appreciate you sharing this.
Joanney Uthe05/07/08
I really enjoyed this take on the topic. You draw the reader into the story with your wonderful descriptions.
Sara Harricharan 05/07/08
Awww! I liked this, it was cute and fluffy! ^_^ I loved the visual descriptions and how didn't come outright and 'tell us' what 'it' was. Very nicely done! I especially liked the last part when she's wondering what to name the little guy! ^_^
Carole Robishaw 05/07/08
This was very well done. I will be sending this to my granddaughters.
Loren T. Lowery05/07/08
Perfect om so many ways! This held me entranced from beginning to end. Wonderful. I could feel your empathy for the cratures of the forest through your descriptive writing.
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/07/08
Just beautiful description for a jewel of a story. I really enjoyed it.