Written by Deyanira Villalta on 07.03.16
Everything moved in slow motion.
The little mushrooms waited.
The rays from the Sun brought the gift of life each and every day of their existence. The rains only showed up when it suited them. Good thing the little mushrooms could store the precious water crystals in their heads – like the brain cells we seem to take for granted. As they slowly grew up together, the little mushrooms tried to keep their space, but it proved difficult in the small hole in the tree where they lived. They knew not how they got there, but knew this is where they belonged.
They occupied their time by keeping critters out of the tree’s belly button hole. After all, that is where they were. Inside the belly button of a tree.
Trees have belly buttons holes in this forest.
The three little mushrooms did not mind their task at all since they were safe from the major elements of the woods. They did not fall victim to being stomped on like the rest of them that grew on the ground and near and around old tree roots. These little mushrooms spent their days just growing and feeling the particles of air as it moved around them. Sometimes, those particles bounced off of them and landed on the ground. As more and more of the little bits fell around them, more and more things began to grow. They made friends with the nearby mushrooms and big yellow flowers. And the purple ones too!
The little mushrooms lived a long time – at least it seemed that way to them. There they saw as other creatures moved around them. Some tall some small – and all were gentle, except for the ones that moved slowly crouching near the ground and those that moved so fast you could barely tell what they were, just stripes moving in a flash in one direction. Here the little mushrooms learned that life could be fleeting, and they were thankful they were not the food source for the gigantic four-legged creatures that roams the forest.
Once they saw a feeding so horrific they tried to turn away, but couldn’t. Those three little mushrooms witnessed life unfolding. They saw the awe and brutality that is life in the forest. Everything around them witnessed it. In silence, they stood.
The flesh tore apart a bit at a time. The bones were cracked open, and the marrow licked out. Little by little the deer disappeared. Other four-legged creatures took bites of their own.
When the rains finally showed up all they could talk about was the fun they had at sea meeting up with the violent and terrible storm. It was always a good time meeting up with such strong personalities, but in the end, it was just a headache driven whirlwind. The rains were always loud and butted up against you as they landed. They always brought way too many guests with them. Soon all too drunk to leave, would just lay down on each other and melt into one single giant rain puddle. They would slowly remember their names and begin to evaporate back from where they came. Little by little the rain puddle became no more.
The sun always shined (except for the days when it didn’t) and would always caress their little faceless faces with a warm love only felt in the magic transparent warmth of the sun.
The three little mushrooms look like they were placed there on purpose: to be forever known as The Murder Witness Mushrooms.
// Originally posted, here as part of a new series of writing prompts.