Metal Amidst the Leaves


Green leaf and emerald vine came together in thick curtains, wet with dripping rainwater. The air was thick with swirling clouds of vapor. My boots sunk deep into the undergrowth and wet mud, squelching.

I’d been here for years, wandering through this green hell. It had been an accident โ€“ a plane dropping from the sky like a stone, engines trailing thick smoke.

I was the lone survivor. For years I hadn’t seen another living thing. I’d become a castaway, stranded amidst trees and chattering birds, learning to hunt, to forage, to survive.

I swept the curtain of green away and stepping into the clearing. There it was, the glinting shape that had drawn me here.

A car. Ancient, rusted, useless.

It was the first sign of human civilization I’d seen in years.

I put my hand on the cold, rusting metal and began to cry.

Word Count: 145

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Tim Livingston for providing the prompt photo!

46 thoughts on “Metal Amidst the Leaves

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    1. Much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for finding them. They’re provided as prompts with the challenges. This one is by Tim Livingston and comes from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
      Thanks for commenting!

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  1. Absolutely wonderful story, J.A.! I felt like I was right there among the growth. Such a touching ending. The person found signs of humans after being lost in the growth for a very long time. That would probably make me cry too.

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  2. Wow. A deep well of loneliness and despair you plumbed there. I like the surreal idea of a car dumped in the jungle, miles from any town or village. Nicely done, J.A

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  3. J.A. I love the “squelching” of the boot in the mud. I had noticed the rust as well. Thinking of as children we used to play around a deserted rusted table saw with a giant blade. Have a great day!

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  4. My pleasure Just a hint of the possibility of his quest for returning to what he once knew and lived gives a great sense of hope for him.

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