Golden Tree


Golden Tree (103 Words)

It was a relatively young tree, no more than thirty or fifty years old. But trees have long memories. On a cool autumn day, memories drop like falling leaves, and this tree saw the young couple sitting on the bench and remembered.

The bench was new. But the tree remembered another couple, just married, leaning together in its shade. It remembered a spread picnic, snatches of conversation. It remembered dropping its golden leaves on their heads. It remembered watching their children grow and it missed them, the sound of their laughter.

The tree dropped its leaves and remembered in the rustling wind, laughter.


Written in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers‘ photo prompt. Check it out! Photo (c) Dorothy.

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