On the Other Side of This River

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A short story by Ralph C. Perrine

On the other side of this river, years ago, an old trapper lived in a great gloomy forest where tall ancient oaks spread giant twisted boughs out to form a vast interlocking canopy of green cathedrals. In the shade of each cathedral, large families of dogwoods and redbuds and wild cherry trees blossomed in a thick fragrant understory. Trilliums and ferns peeked out between mossy tree roots. Long tables of may apples spread across the forest floor, interrupted by sunny spots here and there piled high with briar patches. In the old days, these briars used to grow blackberries as big as a child’s fist. Which of course, is why in late summer the bears were never far away, constantly keeping watch over their blackberries. Continue reading On the Other Side of This River