by James Smart

Created on: October 17, 2008

She's been talking to him again. Spending too much time with the spineless creature! Whispering, all hushed up like there's some kind of secret. What secret!? What is so important that she has to steal away to her favorite place - THEIR favorite place? Yes, that place near the edge of the garden where the tall trees hide the world behind. Is that where he came from? Where did he come from, because he was never introduced to us?

I'm lonely. Shouldn't be lonely. I was lonely before with just the wildlife for company! But one day I had a little operation and afterward there she was. I had seen beauty but this was too much! The Cedars like pillars of the world and everything in flower in the garden was but a frame for this creature, this woman. Her hair like the water-falls and eyes alive and glistening like the river. Flesh like the soft fruits which grew abundantly in this place. I was complete. My kind father brought her to me, and we had spent our time happily in his garden.

She came to me today. She said she wanted to share something with me. I was led to the part of the garden I don't usually go. It was the one place my father wanted me to stay away from, but I had to go with her. I missed her so much. We made our way to the tree. Not A tree. THE tree. This had to be something to do with him! I was scared, but my loniliness was greater. I wanted to win her back away from him - that shadow, that...menace which threatened our union. I had to commune with her again in some way to make us one again. And she knew how.

Maybe this was what the tree was for? Maybe the fruit if this tree, when shared together, will make us one again? Maybe it will dispel that whispering and secretive relationship between her and him and maybe it will dispel him altogether? This must be what my father meant this for! She took the fruit and she ate. I ate of it. Something was wrong.

Around us now are the bushes. There is a conflict here now, in this place, which I had never noticed before. The nature that was so beautiful is now suddenly so brutal.She is close by me, but I feel even more alone than ever. How can this be? Even my own body I detest and I don't want to look at it, or be seen in it. So we are hiding. She must feel the same way as I - so where is her friend now?

It's that time of the day when the breeze cools the air and father is walking in the garden and comes to see us. Today I think he is upset.

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