The hut seemed so inconsequential now; cramped by the thick ferns and slender birches reclaiming the clearing.
Once, the roof soared skyward only stopping short against the starscape of her imagination.
Childhood summers, lying still at night, listening to the thousand sounds of darkness; heartbeat of the forest.
She smiled, lovingly placing the wooden box inside her old sanctuary. Now, and forever, it would his.
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, June 18 2021