Passion Fruit Tree
This is going to sound so weird.
There's a bridge (The "Fajita" Bridge) I walk across most mornings between my office and the parking lot. Near its peak, there is a tree that has grown up very near the bridge.
One day recently as I walked over the bridge and past that tree, I swear I heard a woman's voice. It was a sultry voice. It said, "Oooohh... god....."
Trees don't normally respond to me like that as I walk past. In fact, most organic entities don't respond to me like that. Let's just say that it's a foreign experience for me and move on.
I simply don't know what to think. There was no one else on the bridge, and no one up in the tree. I *had* to have imagined it, but it sure sounded real.
Now every time I walk past I look up into the tree. And near the tree. I even try to lean over and glance under the bridge, which is hard to do while acting casual.
I know I'm probably insane, but if something crazy is going on in that tree, I don't want to be the last to know.
3 Comments:
You SAY you don't want to know... And yet you LOOK every time. Hmm...
Jeff McClung: Closet Tree Voyeur
"don't want to be the last to know"
Dangit. I wish I'd learned to read as a child.
Nothing to see here. Carry on.
'Zid, life would be so dull without you. :)
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