What Will Happen

What Will Happen

A Story by Linda Stinson Wells
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This is a short story about a place that I lived at and had to move. I had a nice sight to look at everyday. One of two places I treasured in my life.

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What Will Happen


What will I look at now? What will happen when I can no longer enjoy a cup of my dark roasted coffee topped with four tablespoon of my favorite french vanilla creamer with all the while being sung to by the assortment of birds outside my bedroom/office room window? What will happen when I have to trade my current (almost) comfort zone for the unknown and I  am forced to travel to unknown territory?  What will happen when my view of the creek and it’s close companion�"a bicycle trail with its many occupants that make that 2.4 mile trip whether it be by bicycle, foot or roller blade, is gone from my sight? What will happen when I can no longer watch the horses playfully gallop in the fields across the way? What will happen when I can no longer complain about the neighbor that has changed the color of his house four times in the past month�"although he has settled on a color that finally suits my taste? What will I complain about then? What will happen when the huge tree outside my window decides to deliver up some of its choicest branches on another windy day and I am not there to jump out of the way because it almost came through the wind rattled window? What will happen? What will happen when I can no longer watch the traffic flow from the street below or the sky above as jetliners leave a noticeable white streak as they climb to their desired altitude and eventually all traces of its existence have been removed from sight? What will happen when the forest out there that is now trying to spring to life with its blooms of apple, pear and dogwood trees acting like baby’s breath within a very large green bouquet, is no longer there.


What will happen? I can tell you what will happen and that is absolutely nothing.

© 2022 Linda Stinson Wells


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I live basically in a forest.
For 50 years nature has surrounded us
An airplane hit the mountain abt 100 yrs. ago and caused a huge fire, consuming most of one side of that mountain
Today it has regrown to the point where only some heavy stumps are a reminder but, again, things are changing
With wind intensity, forest fires and heavy snow falls all increasing, the future looks increasingly difficult
I also look at the beauty all round and imagine the unimaginable, knowing I don't have another 50 yr, to wait
Coyote is correct, man seems to know only how to destroy but is wrong in thinking it is just white men.
If we lost all round us, I don't know if I'd want to carry on
Protest and personal habits seems useless but they do have some effect
Forests are levelled to grow coffee and raise beef
Each person's personal habits are responsible for killing 4 trees each year along with the destruction of huge numbers of dying species
resources are waisted with,
Jet plane holidays to the Bahamas
every form of burning fossil fuels
cutting down trees
Rocket flights to the moon
Mass killing of sharks just for shark fin soup
cruise liners should become a thing of the past
Every Putin must be removed
Etc.
etc.
The list doesn't stop
Beyond time for each of us, not just the white man, to examine and correct our impact on this beautiful planet


Posted 6 Months Ago


Linda Stinson Wells

6 Months Ago

Wow! That is a mouthful. I truly feel for you. May God bless you and give you comfort for the future.. read more
The last line comes as a sudden refutation of all of its predecessors. Indeed, take no thought for the morrow. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Linda Stinson Wells

6 Months Ago

That is so true.
You asked the same questions, I have asked often.
"What will happen when the forest out there that is now trying to spring to life with its blooms of apple, pear and dogwood trees acting like baby’s breath within a very large green bouquet, is no longer there."
Chief Pontiac wrote. "White men will not be happy till all things beautiful are gone." Thank you dear Linda for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote


Posted 6 Months Ago


Linda Stinson Wells

6 Months Ago

You are very welcome, it pleases to know you really liked the story. I loved the quote you put in th.. read more
Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

You are welcome dear Linda.
I am somewhat resistant to, and wary of change. I like being in a regular routine and within a comfort zone. But sometimes changes are thrust upon us, and we have to change jobs, or move house. We usually get used to our surroundings fairly quickly. We are bound to miss some things from our old routine, but new ones can become a new delight. My wife and I now live in an apartment with a wonderful view of the countryside, with rolling hills in the distance, but we have no garden, and we miss that. Compromise is often a part of life. I enjoyed the read!

Posted 7 Months Ago


Linda Stinson Wells

7 Months Ago

I'm jealous. I recently moved against my will and even though I just paid my 2nd rent payment I stil.. read more
An arresting series of speculations... a kind of anticipation of death and what lies beyond our passing. We ask questions and have no answers. We crash on, seizing the moments and somehow staying alive. Even if our breath is like a baby's.

Posted 8 Months Ago



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Added on January 9, 2022
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