If We Could Bring Back the Wilderness
What Would That Even Mean?
On the dirt road that once led to town, looking up from tying her bootlace, a woman in petticoats and palm-leaf hat sees another approach, with eyes that look back from under a blaze orange cap with earflaps.
Each woman is a part of the rocky hills and streams; each has a story of what brought her here to the edge of the woods that were farmland and pastures a hundred years ago and before that were forest.
The mighty Hemlocks are dying now like the American Chestnut then, but the Mountain Laurel, Witch Hazel, Blueberries, and Sassafras abound.
This story is in response to this writing prompt.
