Grandfather's TreeIn a forest, the sun beginning to decline, a man stirred underneath a great tree. He groaned, sitting up. He appeared to be in his late sixties, and he was wearing brown clothes that after a few more uses could be called rags. He took in his surroundings. He saw that the forest showed the spring, with new growth sprouting all over the forest.More Like This
"Where am I?" He rasped softly. "Better question, who am I?"
And it was true, the man could recall nothing. Not his past, not his name, not how he came to be underneath this tree.
"Huh?" he whispered. He had looked at the great tree, to see scorch marks, and cuts in the trunk. Only near the base though. He stood up, wincing, as he noticed his own injuries. He went over to the tree, and gently touched it, wincing again, at what the tree looked like it had been through.
He looked around for something to help the burns. He spotted some Aloe Vera a little way off, and grabbed some Aloe leaves. He popped the flesh in his mouth, and chewed it. The succu