Mushrooming p. 4 - last but one...

 Early October in the forest is something what everyone should see. Especially when there is more than just trees. Adam’s unconsciousness, with technical help of consciousness, got to the pond.

“What am I doing here?”

“You know”

Then he realized. Suddenly the fight between his personalities disappeared. It fused. But that was the real, real one. Adam was reborn. He remembered when he was a kid and he was walking in the forest with his parents. They were having great fun chasing who would find more and larger mushrooms. He had always dreamt of finding the really huge one. But his father was faster. Now he was coming to meet him after almost thirty years. But in fact he didn’t know it…

Adam was walking through the forest. It was very good day for mushrooming. It had been raining for the whole last week, then sunny weekend and Monday morning is a wonderful day since people worked. It was only him in the forest and the mushrooms were waiting for him. He had already found a lot of chantrelles, some cep mushrooms and bay bolete. It was getting late, but he was sure he would find more and bigger plants to show his family – mum will be proud of him. Then he felt something hitting him. When he looked down he saw that there were some holes from which he was “attacked”. He tried not to pay attention to it, and went further. All of a sudden he was hit by the little rocks, but the impact was far too huge to consider it as chestnut or an acorn. He knelled, risking his face, and put his hands into one of the holes. He recognized some sharp stones and it seemed that something inside was trying to hurt his palm. All at once, he saw plenty of tiny lines thrown towards him. He freed his hands of the borrow and waved to avoid getting caught. While trying to catch all the nets, hundreds of little men (like these little toy soldiers) started coming out of all burrows and tree hollows in the forest. He was running trampling the army (and hearing the sounds of broken glass). When he felt safer he stopped and looked around. Quiet. But not everything was the same – the parts of … well … killed yeomen and troopers were shed all over. He got as close as he only could and noticed the liquid weeping out of dead … bodies(?). He won – he defeated them! He took his basket and got into forest different way. “So, there you are” he heard the voice behind. He turned around but saw nothing. Nothing but after getting closer he perceived huge bolete mushroom. The same one he had seen the previous day (“Memories remained” – he noticed with a smile). He rushed towards it with head full of thought – hopes, true memories, false memories, dreams. He saw his mum telling him to go to newspaper to show off. He reminded Jess and Anna, trying to poison him. Adam remembered even his father sitting under this mushroom holding the scythe. It all was in his head now and in front of him there was one meter high mushroom protected by the little army of “forest guys”.