Guide to Peace
Written by Kerry E.B. Black
He fled, blinded by tears. Taunts and cruelty etching into his psyche. Heedless of direction, he dodged tree trunks, leapt tangles, and ducked beneath low-hanging vines until he panted into the silence of ankle-deep humus and the observation of hidden animals. He bent to relieve stitches and cramps.
Gentle breezes cooled tears on burning cheeks. Like teasing fingers, they brushed hair aside as if to reassure of his worth.
His nostrils flared to capture earthy perfumes so lush he could taste their rich decay and rebirth.
A delicate white flower bloomed in the shade, an unexpected guide to peace.