Last week I shared the above photo as part of my photoblog and commented that it would make a good story prompt. It triggered a few creative thoughts but it was a dark poetic thought that fought its way to the surface.
Promising peace and privacy.
Insulation from the world outside.
No pain could reach through the low hanging branches.
Echoes of the past flooding her mind.
Crawling inside to lie curled on a bed of pine needles.
One single tear slid soundlessly down her cheek.
No one would find her hiding in here.
Escape from her grief filled world.
Sanctuary to process her thoughts.