To freedom
A 140 words sequel to In safety , also written within the 140 yw - march-challenge of Miranda Frutselt with the obligatory word: treehouse
The sun had passed the peak of the day and was on its way to the horizon. The refugee high in his natural tree house listened to the sounds of the forest. The voices of the searching men were silly. The only audible sounds came from the birds and from branches rustling by the wind. But after an hour there were voices to be heard again. The men returned. Slowly and weary, the soldiers gathered after their unsuccessful quest. The commander made ferocious gestures and fated the men loudly for their failure. Then they got back in and the truck left.
The refugee in the high foliage waited, there should once have been a soldier left behind. After another half hour he lowered himself back to the bottom and went deeper into the forest, on his way to freedom.
Mooi man.
Heel mooi dit kort verhaal!