Maya’s beloved home, the forest, bespoke ancient. Twisted tree roots snaked above the ground as if seeking something beyond the soil. The canopy cradled a diversity of life beyond comprehension.
Maya greeted three more cartographers, sent by the logging company, to map the largest trees.
“Real shame the last crew went missing. Lost map makers who would think?”
“Who would think?” Maya smiled.
“We’ll come back, job done, guaranteed.”
Life came without guarantees, but Maya did her part to keep the better of fools safe. The men entered the forest. As long as the trees were hungry, Maya guaranteed food.
Published on Horror Tree-January 12, 2020