Suddenly with an explosion the forest resounded . He shivered , absolutely astounded .The figure with the gun vanished .But no his fears were not banished. The clouds now rumbled, and there was a flash of lightening .Oh, the scenario was absolutely frightening .In this sudden flash, he saw a woman cooking something on a stove From a tree anxiously watched by a white dove. In the jungle he had come to be FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD But, even the jungle was not away from the cacophony loud alas, his GREAT EXPECTATIONS had been reduced to HARD TIMES Indeed pathetic were the climes. .Was all this a metaphor for existential quandaries this thought made him stop in his tracks and freeze. Were these figures expressing their concern over the war ravaged earth The very thought made his body shake with mirth .Now came a man floating in the air, on his bearded face a smirk .In the forest deep did some more figures lurk Was this a painters canvas with a child like quality or in the hues was there some hidden gravity? TO BE CONTINUED.OH HARK PART 2 .
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 04:02:07 +0000