It seemed to take you longer and longer each night to drive by the forest, as if it was spreading itself out and stretching towards the town. Of course this couldn't be true or it would be in the news and people would be panicking and trying to cut the forest away from them.
Right?
These were just the late night inner ramblings of a tired and overworked individual who wanted nothing more than cheap chocolate and cheaper soap operas to unwind with. These were not the thoughts of someone who paid close attention to their surroundings.
In fact, after months of the occasional "I swear the forest wasn't so close to town" and "Didn't the forest start before the bridge, not after it?" you started thinking about it. Actually considering that somehow, for some reason, someone was moving the trees.
It was only when the council put traffic lights by the roundabout into town that you caught a glimpse of something bending the trees. Thinking you'd caught the prankster behind this red-handed you jumped out of your car and yelled "Oi, what d'you think you're doing mate?" only to be met with silence.
Not the awkward silence of 'I've just been told off', but a deafening silence.
And then with slow, deliberate creaking one of the trees bent down to face you.
It held a branch up just below its molten-amber eyes and glared at you until you retreated, quiet and afraid.
The forest has moved right into town since that night and your former view of a quiet street is not a sea of green leaves and amber eyes. The trees still move about the town but they don't seem to want to leave, in fact more are joining them every day.
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