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My mother’s disappearance made headlines across the
state. The investigators questioned me
but I told them to ask the tree. The child
is traumatised they told my father and left.
The house filled up with our silence. I would tell the tree my secrets
and let my words mingle with the susurration of the leaves.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
Back again to the Fictioneer's fold after some time away.
Back again to the Fictioneer's fold after some time away.
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Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteAnd this reader is left wondering what his secrets might be. Lovely writing. I hear the gentle susurration of leaves.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The tree knows them all. Thanks for your comments Rochelle, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteI couldnt help but wonder if his mother was under the tree. Very well written
ReplyDeleteMaybe that is a secret that he is keeping. Thanks for reading and commenting Dahlia.
DeleteLovely story of a sad childhood. The secrets that tree could tell...
ReplyDeleteThat is a burden that the tree keeps then. Thanks for your comments Alistair.
DeleteHe found a way to end the conflict. Nicely done
ReplyDeleteThat secret lies only with the tree. Thanks for reading and commenting Sandra.
DeleteLearned a new word. Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteThanks YS I am glad you liked it.
DeleteOh, what does the tree know?
ReplyDeleteProbably everything that the child has told it.
DeleteWhat can you ever know... how can you ask a tree if you cannot sussurate like them?
ReplyDeleteThe tree absorbs it all without giving anything away.
DeleteDid the mother abandon them, did the father kill her?
ReplyDeleteOnly the tree knows.
The tree only knows what the child has told it. Thanks for reading and commenting Purba.
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