In the heart of the forest, where the light was dimmed by the leaves and fell only in dappled spots to the floor below, there was an ancient clearing.

Moss grew thick over the stones there; so thickly that it was impossible to see the designs that had once been carved upon them

The clearing was silent. Even the birdsong seemed strangely muffled, and although the stones would have made ideal perches, the birds stayed away from them

It was as it should be.

Some places were meant to be forgotten.

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: Oops! With it being a Bank Holiday yesterday, I completely forgot that it was Friday! Hence, this slightly delayed little flash on the theme of “forgotten”.)