It looked like a tree.
Long snaking limbs climbed in a profusion of tangles toward the sky, fanning out around a great central shaft covered in bark-like skin. The leaves on the branches rustled in the wind. Except, no wind stirred against Jericho’s cheeks and hair.
The damn thing was rustling on its own!
The "oak" whipped out a tendril, snatching a hapless sparrow with a surprised squawk, and yanked it out of the sky into the maw of a large "knot hole". Subtle crunching sounds echoed beneath the rustling and Jericho shuddered.
Yeah, it looked like a tree!
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O_O Wouldn't want to be near that tree! Creepy...
ReplyDeleteThat is one nasty 'tree'! Love this story!
ReplyDeleteWhew - I'm glad the tree in my front yard isn't like that! Loved your story Siobhan :)
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