Up The OakA Story by shollandJohn sits on a branch up in the tall oak tree. It’s the middle of a spring night; his legs dangle over the side and swing gently back and forward underneath him. John’s great, great grandfather planted the oak tree from
a sapling and every spring solstice John returns home to honor his memory under
its giant canopy. The breeze shivers through the leaves of the tree. John looks down and lets out a small gasp as he realizes
he’s not alone. He can just make out someone directly below him in the
darkness unaware of the silhouetted figure above. How did they get there without him hearing them? The
breeze must of masked they’re approach up the hill. There's a thudding sound as something heavy is dropped on
the ground. Heavy breathing fills the air followed by the sound of metal on
stone. Digging. It's the dead of night,
what the hell is going on? John sits still daring to hardly breathe. F**k my phone is
still on what if someone calls me now. The anxiety creeps in; a relentless physical
pain rising in his chest. The digging and breathing continues below. “Right” he hears a Welshman’s voice “that should do it ”. John looks down and through puddles of moonlight sees a dark
object being dragged along the ground, the man pauses from the dragging to catch
his breath for a moment. Thud. Whatever it is hits the bottom of the hole. He hears the
shovel dig into a mound of earth, release and scatter in the bottom of the
hole. What’s he putting in there? John peers through the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse. At last the hole is filled and the man pats down the
remaining earth with the shovel. John hears the scratching and ignition of a
cigarette lighter below and looks down to see the bright yellow flame dance in
front of the mans face. His nose was long and bent and his glowing red cigarette
was held between his fat wet lips. I’m bursting for a piss how long is he going to stay down
there? Finally footsteps fade away from the tree. John waits
silently. A car door opens and closes in the distance. ‘Vruuuum’ the engine
fires into life. Idling for a moment. What’s he thinking about, why is he waiting? The cars tyres crunch gravel as it moves away. Relief
pours over John ad he lets out a huge sigh as a bead of sticky sweat rolls down his cheekbone. Jesus that was close I nearly pissed myself! He climbs down the tree and hurriedly relieves himself
against it.
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END © Simon Holland 2018 © 2018 shollandAuthor's Note
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