Hey, everyone! It’s been a while but here’s another short story I’ve written.
November 7, 2015
As I sit here, looking out of my hospital room window at a line of tall pine trees, I am reminded of them. I am only alive thanks to them. So, I would like to thank the Little Folk. This isn’t like what directors say, when they grasp their little Oscar statues and, with tears in their eyes, thank all the people under them. No, the people I speak of were truly little. So little in fact, that I could probably fit five of them in my hand. More, if I weren’t worried about crushing them.
Anyways, I was skiing in the Rocky Mountains when I met them. It had been clear all morning, and I had been wrecking the slopes for hours when I decided to take the black diamond course I hadn’t yet taken. This course had a ski lift especially for it. I was halfway up the mountain, looking down upon a carpet of snow accompanied by a green honor guard of pine trees on either side, when the weather turned. It turned hard.
My leisurely ride up the mountain turned into one of those amusement park swing rides when gales of wind came rushing over the mountainside. A second later, my vision was obscured with snow. A blizzard had blown in.
I hung on for as long as I could but, being up as high as I was, I was never going to be able to stay up there indefinitely. It probably only happened in a second, though it felt like much longer while I was up there. My hands were numb with the cold, and I couldn’t feel them anymore. Then, in one heart stopping instant I wasn’t huddled up on the ski lift chair. I was falling amidst a flurry of snowflakes, the biggest and most unique of them all.
Now I’d like to say that, after falling, I blacked out and didn’t remember hitting the ground at all. Unfortunately, real life doesn’t work that way. Despite all of the snow, I hit the ground like a ton of bricks. I felt a intense, sharp, pain in my left arm and I felt bones in my legs snap. I laid there, stunned, trying to process the deluge of pain I was in. Then, using my right arm to push myself up against the protest of my entire body, I looked around.
The first thing I noticed was the wind and snow were lessened around me. I had blown into the cover of the trees. The second thing I noticed was the red stain of blood, pooling up on my left side. Looking at my left arm, I could see the pale off-white color of bone poking out of a gory mess of an arm. I knew it wasn’t good. I screamed for help, despite knowing that no one would hear me over the howl of the wind.
It wasn’t long after that–I don’t know how long–I had given up. The blood loss had dulled my senses. That was when I saw them.
I haven’t told anyone this because they’ll say it was just a hallucination caused by the extreme loss of blood but I know it was true.
I was looking around, waiting for the end when I saw the trunks of the trees around me shimmer and ripple like water. Small creatures stepped out of the trees. I thought they were little humans until they walked up close, standing in a circle around me and began speaking in a strange high pitched language. They walked on two legs, had two eyes, a nose, ears and hair like humans but they looked nothing like us in actuality. Their ears were pointed and long and their eyes were a pure white, without pupils. Their hair was different shades of green and their bodies were spindly and lithe.
For some reason I wasn’t afraid, though I probably should have been. They began chanting around me and the air wavered around me as if it were a hot day, despite the snow. The pain that had become a part of my soul drained away and my the flow of blood from my arm slowed to a trickle. I was filled with relief. I smiled at one of the creatures, a female with mossy green hair, and fell asleep, exhausted and safe at last.
The search crew found me the next morning, alone in and mangled in a clearing. There was a circle around me where no snow had fallen. Outside the circle were high walls of snow. They were astonished to find me alive as most had given up hope and were expecting to find a corpse or nothing at all. The doctors, if possible, were even more surprised. According to them, I should have bled out and died long before the search crews found me.
I know how I survived. It was thanks to those Little Folk. That’s why, when I get better, I’m going back to that ski resort. It’ll be hard, looking for creatures no higher than my ankles in a snowy forest. Hopefully I won’t step on any of them. But, hard as it will be, I want to do something to thank them.