The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 2

The air in the woods was thick and still unlike the fresh open meadow. Jimmy stepped with caution over the large remains of a fallen tree; the smell of the fungus which grew on the bark reminded him somewhat of his grandfather’s beard and sent his thoughts briefly to the last two summers he spent with his grandparents. Pushing aside those thoughts, Jimmy set forth to the task at hand. He was determined to locate the source of the humming sound which so rudely interrupted his day of solitude on the meadow of secret dreams. He marched forward with the trepidation of a mouse in a house full of cats. He seeped slowly like the trickle of water deep into the cavernous like darkness; he was afraid, but not afraid enough to keep him from pressing on into unknown. Jimmy looked up toward the dimming sky which became more obscure with each knowing step.

The thick canopy of the tree tops above stretched out like gangly sentinels across the sky blocking out most of the suns warming light. There were the few exceptions however where the slight break in the leaves allowed long silver white beams of light to reach the forest floor. To Jimmy these long sharp dusty beams of light reminded him of a painted picture he once saw in his Sunday school teachers bible. He remembered asking his teacher about it and he smiled a little inwardly as she explained to him about Jacob’s ladder. He felt better now with this warm memory tucked close beneath his heart. He stopped now to listen for the humming sound but heard nothing but the beating of his heart. “I’ve lost it thought Jimmy; I’ve lost it without ever finding it.”

to be continued…

J. Allen Wilson ©

The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 1