Forged – part 2

The forest was vast and silent but for the rumblings and rustlings of all that was invisible in the dark.

I scrambled along the ground that was prickled with fallen pine cones, dry twigs and the rotting faeces of long gone mammals. Only the wolves and the vultures remained.

I found a small area, clear of prickling things and faeces, as though it were laid out for my arrival. I pulled my knees up close and shivered, hoping sleep would take me before the wolves. I resented what I would have left behind for the vultures. I shuffled back against the tree bark.

I’d been struggling for so long that I hadn’t realised what had been happening to me, and now I was completely burnt out.


Starved of warmth, without sustenance, I slipped into a delirium. All became still and the watching eyes of the wolves and the vultures disappeared. I was on my own.

This is the start of the second part of Forged that I performed three weeks ago. My literary skills have returned!


About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.
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