Past Lives Night [CT2020]

I keep this bucket of water handy because of that time when I came back as a tree. A lot like these Ponderosa pines.

It was quite an adventure growing year by year, watching the seasons change. The view became rather monotonous though. Sure it was a very nice view, but I wanted something new, different.

Then one day after a Summer thunder storm I saw something new.

"Hello" I said, "What's your name?" but it didn't answer, just kept getting closer and bigger, with an insatiable appetite. And that's all I remember.

The camp fire reminds me though.

- the end -

a reply to: pthena

Wait : is the bucket of water, to put-out yourself as a campfire-log ?

Or is it only me that's dumb enough to mention it, because it's too obvious ?

( This was my second read. Didn't catch that part last time.
Seems to me, that some of these stories, by our wonderful writers, like pthena, deserve a second read, a few days later. )

a reply to: Nothin

Wait : is the bucket of water, to put-out yourself as a campfire-log ?

It is to make sure that the camp fire is properly extinguished after the humans are done with it.

The Ponderosa Pines got to see the campfire, so they would totally gain no further insight from seeing a forest fire.

The storyteller had to learn the hard way.

The logs in the fire were already dead wood. They didn't mind being put to good use.

Nicely done. Gives a mew meaning to spiritwood.

a reply to: pthena
Nice story , you weren't that tall as a big tree I guess?
It's proven that trees can communicate..