Honey Roots by Sydney Migues

Author:Sydney Migues [Migues, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-23T05:00:00+00:00

All at once, just as everything had changed, all had gone back to normal. I spent the long sunny days beside the creek with Silas, enjoying the simplicity of his presence after having felt the sorrow of his absence for five tediously long years.

I quickly forgot about the pressures of the world that lay just outside of our wooded kingdom, adjusting easily back into a routine that purely revolved around seeing Silas, just as I had at thirteen. I would wake early and race down to the creeks edge before the sun rose. I would lay against the warmth that radiated from Silas, as we lounged sleepily against the soft forested floor. We played as children do, chasing each other through the woods, splashing the cold water of the creek into each other’s eyes, the only activity we did not resume, was climbing the trees, we never even spoke of it.

It was as if time had stood still all those years the woods had remained void of our joyous laughter, and for Silas, it had.

We picked up right where we had left off, as if not a day had passed. His happiness was pure as a child’s, as he has skipped all the years of growing up that I had been left to endure alone. The only time he showed any hint or seriousness was when we would speak about the way he had left and retuned.

“Describe the tree to me.” He would ask as we lounged in front of where it had once loomed above.

“It was massive, at least twice as high as the one you fell from. It had a long branch that arched out over the water, enormously thicker than the one that snapped under your weight.”

He would hang on every word with an intense morbid fascination in his own death.

“Where did the blue lava stuff flow from again? Tell me how the colors whirled and sparkled about as it singed the earth.”

We would stare into the flesh of his now hardened and tanned stomach, watching the blue swirls that could still be faintly be seen flowing beneath. He would hold my hand beneath his, grazing my scarred fingertips against his velvety lips, as I described every detail of the sparkling substance that he was now made of.

I had managed to avoid seeing his mother again since the first day she had found us hidden beneath the yellow canopy of leaves, when she came in search of the tree that could no longer be seen from her bitterly silent home. Despite all that Silas had told me, I still did not understand the fury in her eyes as she gazed at me from her place on the soft earth where she comforted Silas as he came to terms with his resurrection. I had done everything it seemed she had wanted of me. Silas had returned to us, and yet she still held a silent resentment that I couldn’t begin to wrap my head around, even more than the oddness of everything else.

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