Post September 14, 2009, 01:24:08 PM

Sapling by Jayne Waggoner

Three houses down, he came to a back door. His leaf fingers turned the knob. The door creaked open.

I liked this story a lot. The lines above are my favorite, especially 'His leaf fingers turned the knob'. The door creaked open is a little cliche but it works. I like the surreal images of trees walking, it evokes a Tolkienesque image of 'Last March of the Ents'. Not sure exactly how I feel about the machine-like thought processes of a tree, machines are the antithesis of the natural, which the tree represents. But how do any of us know how a tree thinks?

It works, and I like this story. Great job.