The clearing wasn't
too far ahead. Audrey could see the light pouring in through the
opening in the canopy. She knew it was important that she reach the
clearing but she moved slowly, inconsistently. Sometimes she would
veer off to the left or right before the sunlight reflected off of
the surrounding mist and reminded her of her goal.
"Mustn't get distracted Audrey,
you old looney," she'd say to herself when she realized she was
heading in the wrong direction. She clung to the thick trunks of
trees, careful not to trip over the roots. Some part of her brain
told her that they didn't feel quite like trees. Sometimes they felt
rough like textured wallpaper, or cold like metal, but as soon as she
let go the thought slipped away until she grabbed onto the next.
There was a figure a short distance to
her right. The woods were dark and foggy; all she could make out was
a black silhouette that loomed much too tall for her liking. She
turned away from it, losing sight of the clearing at the same time.
She came upon a very large tree with
massive roots that rose up out of the ground. She hugged the tree
tightly as she balanced on one. She wiggled her way from one root to
the next.
"It's lava! Can't touch the lava!"
she laughed to herself.
When she had wiggled and hopped almost
all the way around the tree, she found her path blocked by a small
child sitting in the dirt between two of the great roots. A little
girl, with tears trickling down her freckled cheeks. Audrey crouched
down and looked into her face. The girl was familiar. She had the
same curly red hair, the same green eyes, the same apple cheeks as
Audrey. If Audrey had a granddaughter, this could have been her. But
Audrey had never had children.
"They said I can't go to the fair
because I pushed James into the lake," the little girl told her.
"James deserved to go into that
lake!" Audrey exclaimed, "He's a rotten, empty-headed
liar!"
"Ms. Gould calm down, now. Let's
have a seat okay?" It was Audrey's mother who spoke. She stared
at her with the "I love you but right now you're in HUGE
trouble" eyes that Audrey knew so well. James had told the
teacher that Audrey cheated on her math test and she had gotten a
dozen strikes with the ruler. She didn't mean to push him in the lake
really, but she was so angry. Mother made her angry too - always
taking James' side.
"No!" Audrey yelled. She
stood up from where she had been sitting on the cold ground and ran
away from her mother. Hobbled away. Her hip ached. She figured it was
from when she fell out of the Andersen's tree last week. That had
been James' fault too.
Beautiful sunlight lay before her. She
laughed.
"Oh Audrey, you nut! You almost
forgot didn't you?" She headed towards the clearing again.
There was the dark figure. Audrey
started to turn around. Audrey! Audrey, don't you dare turn
around. You need to get to that clearing. Remember? Get to the
clearing and everything will be okay. You can rest then.
Audrey closed her eyes so she wouldn't
see the figure off to her right. She held onto the trees - to the
counters and the walls and the bed - and felt her way forward.
She knew she had arrived because she could feel the warmth of the sun
on her skin. She opened her eyes.
She was sitting on a couch - not
particularly old but already worn and stained - and the sun shone
into a strange room from the large window behind her. There was a TV
and a fish tank on the wall opposite her. To her left was a doorway.
Leading to the dining room,
Audrey thought. I'm in that old age home. What's it called... Our
Lady Agnes' Home for the Aged. She stood up. Her seventy-six year
old legs and her three year old hip protested. She walked slowly
through the dining room and into the hospital-like hallway where the
residents had their bedrooms.
I don't have much time, she
thought. It's just a clearing. You're not out of the woods yet,
you old bird. Don't forget, you must get to room 165. 165, Audrey.
The change wasn't sudden - she felt the
darkness creep in from the corners of her eyes. She felt her mind
slow, like clockwork underwater. Then she was back in the woods.
Straight rows of trees on either side, each with a number on it. Some
numbers were carved, others were on plaques nailed to the trees.
Audrey didn't like this place. It reminded her of the time she had to
go to the hospital to get her tonsils out and she had gotten lost.
Audrey walked to one of the trees -
number 161. There was a hospital bed behind it where a middle aged
man was laying. One of his legs was missing and the stump was wrapped
up with white bandages. Parts of the bandage were stained a rusty
brown. The covers has been thrown over the side and she could see the
tip of his penis which had slipped out of the slit in his pants. A
tube protruded out of the end. She watched as urine flowed through it
to a bag attached to the bed.
She stood there for a moment, mouth
slightly agape. She stared in that way a child stares at something
they know they shouldn't be seeing.
"Ms. Gould, this isn't your room
honey. You want me to take you there? You can lay down for a bit,"
Audrey turned to look at the nurse. The mist made her features hazy
but her voice had been gentle and reassuring.
"I'm sorry," Audrey said, "I
didn't mean to. I got lost. Can I have a popsicle? My throat is still
sore."
"I don't think we have any right
now, hon. But I'll check with the kitchen after lunch." The
nurse took Audrey's arm and led her away from the patient in the bed
and to a different tree a short distance down the row.
The number hung on a stylish plaque
with gold trim. It read 158. There were pictures tacked all over the
tree. The Eiffel tower. The Coliseum. Big Ben. The Ganges River. The
pyramids at Gaza. It was too dark to make out the faces in the
pictures.
Audrey pointed towards the pictures
excitedly. "Those are all the places I want to visit one day.
And lots of others too!"
She wondered why the nurse seemed so
sad.
Audrey rested on the bed for a while
before the Cheshire showed up. He stood by her bed, all shrouded in
darkness except for his big grin. There were others like him. Like
the dark figure near the clearing, but the Cheshire she always
remembered. He made her the most unsettled.
"Go away," she told him. He
tilted his head a little to the left and his grin widened. "Leave
me alone!"
Audrey's hands went up to her neck.
They itched and fiddled with the loose skin there. She felt more and
more agitated. "I told you, don't come back you cheating
bastard!" His grin was beginning to droop at the edges. His
frown was even worse than the grin. It made her feel guilty.
Audrey stood up and walked quickly away
from her bed and the Cheshire. She found herself once more in the row
of trees.
165. You must get to room 165,
Audrey!
Audrey looked around. There it was - a
tree with 165 carved roughly into the bark. But just down the row she
could see sunlight. A clearing.
Come on, old girl! Get to the
clearing! Go, go, go!
Audrey turned away from the tree and
headed for the light.
Audrey! It's very important you
remember 165. You must get there.
Audrey hesitated.
The clearing Audrey!
165. 165. 165. 165.
Audrey couldn't decide. What should she
do? Someone should tell her. Someone should help her. She looked
around the woods but there was only darkness and mist and trees. She
dropped to the ground and sobbed. Why was her head so mucky? Why
couldn't she focus? She hit herself to clear the cobwebs. When that
didn't work, she hit harder.
Suddenly, she felt a warm touch on her
arm. It helped her up and guided her into the sunshine. Her mind
quickened, her focus sharpened. In the light, she could make out the
face of her gentle benefactor.
It was another resident. She was older
than Audrey but seemed more lithe on her feet. She was plump in a
healthy way and her hair was dyed an unconvincing shade of yellow.
Her heavily lipsticked mouth smiled.
"Looked like you needed a hand,
deary."
"Thank you," Audrey said as
she again sat on the worn but new sofa. The woman sat beside her. She
tried to remember the woman's name. Something with a D. Doris.
Delores. Deirdre. "Dalia?"
"Mhm. And you're Audrey. We played
cards a couple weeks ago."
"I'm sorry," Audrey winced.
She prided herself on her social graces. " I'm a little hazy
right now."
"Always happens for a while after
you come out of the woods."
"Excuse me?"
Dalia smiled. "The Lost Woods.
Wouldn't be here if you've never been there. Looks like
you've made it to a clearing though. Never know how long those will
last."
That's right, Audrey thought, I
don't know. I don't have much time. She pushed all other
questions out of her mind.
"Dalia, look, I need a favour. I
don't know how much time I have. I caught Mr. Hamin from room 165 in
my room the other day. He took a necklace of mine - didn't realize
until it was already gone. I keep trying to tell the nurses but I
forget or I get lost or they say they can't find it. It's a locket,
the kind with a picture. I think it will help me get out of the
woods, or at least help me focus," she waited for a moment,
"Dalia?"
Dalia stared ahead, at the wall between
television and aquarium. She didn't even blink.
Audrey didn't waste a moment. She
headed for 165. As the hallway began to darken she pushed her shaking
legs harder and harder. It was in sight. If she could just reach it.
Not far now. Not far.
The Cheshire stood in front of the
door. His grin was as wide as ever, the rest of his face
impenetrable. She felt that if she could just remember what that face
looked like, he would listen to her. Maybe she could apologize. Maybe
he'd help her find her way out of this place. Maybe he'd take her
home.
"Ms. Gould - Audrey, honey - guess
what I found? I know I said you would have to wait until after lunch
but I won't tell anyone if you won't."
Audrey turned around. Her mother was
standing in her yellow gingham dress, the one she only wore when they
were going somewhere special. She was holding a bright pink popsicle.
Audrey's face lit up into a bright
smile. "Popsicle!" she exclaimed.
"Come eat it in the kitchen, we
don't want it to drip all over the floor. Someone might slip."
"Okay," Audrey took her
mother's arm and followed her into the mist.
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