yes we’ve dated real people, yes really #047

There is a winding, narrow path through the woods outside the town where the 2 confident, little girls live. As the evening cools and the lighty bugs buzz, buzz, buzz in glowly haze the townsfolk wind down the bys and ways of the mossy woods. But there is one spot that all the townsfolk rush past, silently ignoring the ugly, little gnarled mushroom growing wartily beside a rotting oak. A sad, sickly scent haunts the scene as townsfolk skirt by, eyes unfocused, conversations forgotten. The 2 little girls laugh and giggle on all their happy walks through the woods, so they make sure to always stop and notice some new spot along the way. Today they stop beside a cute, little gnarled mushroom who is quietly sobbing to itself.
‘what’s wrong little guy?’
“huh?”
‘why are you crying cutie?’
“are you talking to me?”
‘of course, you’re crying right?’
“yes...everyone just runs past me...they hate me...”
‘that’s so sad, they are probably just scared of something different’
‘but it’s only because they forget that sometimes different is special’
“really? am I special?”
‘i don’t know?’
‘can you do anything special?’
“sometimes I sing about all the things I feel and see when the moon is full and the stars are wild”
‘will you sing for us?’
“you want to hear me?”
‘of course cutie’
As the moon rises, and the haze deepens more and more townsfolk stop to hear the cute, little gnarled mushroom’s beautiful and haunting song.