To the symphony of morning birds he walked deeper and deeper into the familiar wood. He knew the places were he had played as a kid, and following the stream he would find the cave were they used to play outlaws. He came as prepared as he could, the food he had would carry him deep into the winter months, and he knew he could catch fish and snare birds to make it into next spring.
How his relationship with Emma could end with this he couldn’t fathom, he had been kind and caring, but she would never comprehend that within his heart was a highwayman that would never accept humiliation. He would lay low and see if 6 feet was deep enough to obliterate her memory.
playing child learned forest secrets to become an outlaw
It was a while since I participated in Ligo Haibun, but now I was ready.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Great piece, a little bit creepy. Can six feet obliterate a body as well as memories???? 😉
wait and see…
I enjoyed the evocation of his childhood cave in the first paragraph. The ending is a bit chilling and haunting.
That was a sentimental read. It makes me wonder if the past be forgotten, becoming an outlaw.
I liked “forest secrets” as a reference to the harsh realities of life.
Oh, never expected that at the end. Mine was also dark. Great write, as always
Wonderful and welcome back 🙂
So there is more to come?? I’ll bite …
The photo reminds me of Rio Celeste in Costa Rica, even have a photo of me and friends on a log over the river. Had the beautiful blue river join a clear river (like the photo).Thanks for sharing.
This reminded me of Mark Twain at first. You certainly have the American flavor. Good work
Terrific read, Bjorn.
Superbly constructed and pow! at the end.
Loved it.
a lovely walk at first that turned oh, so mysteriously evil. enjoyed your offering.
While compromise is needed – changing a person completely around to suit is not always best in a relationship.