Sunday 17 August 2014

14) Dock Leaf, Part II

*Last time on Dock Leaf, Doc the leaf got used by a young boy who had stung his leg on a nettle. Let’s rejoin the action*

Doc was on the ground, discarded and crumpled. There were numerous holes between his tendrils where the youth had grabbed him. His stem hurt where he had been cut off from the rest of the bush. His friends looked down on him in mourning. Doc was soon about to die.

As he looked up at the grey clouds anticipating his final meal, Doc wondered what he had done to deserve this fate. Maybe it was three months ago when he bragged about a butterfly landing on him, or that period of a few weeks where he grew over Hazel so he could get more sunlight. As far as leaves went, he was a bit of a bastard.

Doc felt something crawl up his blade shaped body. It was a green caterpillar. Its little feet tickled Doc, but he could find no energy to laugh. The caterpillar nibbled on Doc. In comparison to being used like a sponge by the young boy, this pain was bearable. Relativity aside, Doc was still being consumed alive.


His friends watch on in terror, swaying with the wind as the clouds above broke. Drops of rain splashed on Doc’s forehead. The caterpillar was scared of the water and slinked underneath Doc for protection. For a moment, Doc felt refreshed and renewed despite his sides throbbing with bruises. This was his resting place. For a Dock Leaf, his life was pretty exciting.

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