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The Talking Tree — Speaking to Thee

A Flash-Fiction inspiration:

The prompt image and perception remind us of the present and past. The trunk of the tree represents the NOW; the top represents the past. Nature is finding a voice to explain as time goes by, things seem to thin out, situations are no longer excessive as when looking directly at them, seeing them from a distance they become surrounded; strangled/tangled with different happenings in our past life.
Is the top of the tree the beginning of life or the end? That may depend on how we look at it. Do we still have a purpose, or have we fulfilled it? Do we have regrets or content?

One day while strolling in the park and passing this tree so many times, I saw it for the first time. I wanted to climb it, so I did. When I reached the very top, after being scratched from head to toe with snarly branches and prickly bits, I looked down below from where I started. Everything below seemed so real beckoning me to hurry back. Suddenly I began to fall, down, down; I tried to grab on to the past, but could not. The force of gravity was in full force, seeing the ground getting closer and closer, shut my eyes; waited for the slam. Got up and shook off the remnants of my past, what a Wake-Up! I got up, examined my life, and vowed from that day on to find my purpose in life and fulfill it, starting with obeying the Ten Commandments of God.

 

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Friday Flash Fiction

Friday and Flash Fiction …gulp!

Okay, so I have been reading here about Flash Fiction, Sudden, Micro and Quick fiction.

This is my first story with a word count of 318, I pray you will stick it out to the end and be kind, it is a first for me.  Titled:  Who is that Man?

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Opening the door to the waiting room at Good Health Hospital was a new experience for me. There was another person there in the room very decked out in a suit, tie, and hair classy blond; his attractive smile was natural and captivating.
“Have you been waiting long?” I asked nervously.
He had a very calm disposition didn’t seem a bit anxious, and his eyes had a placid twinkle. He said, “yes about 2000 years give or take a century or two.”
I laughed at his attempt to be entertaining.
“This is my first child.” I blurted out.
“Mine too, he said … and will be the only one ever.”

I wondered why, the only one.
Suddenly it became hushed and cold, I began to pace back and forth and the minutes seemed like hours, tick tock tick. My buddy, however, was self-assured and I envied him for that.

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“Aren’t you excited,” I asked just as the nurse came in.
“Baby is here, and both baby and mother are fine.”
“Whose baby mine or his,” I inquired.
“You sir, are the only one waiting here, of course, it’s your baby.”
Twisting my body around in dismay to see for myself and yes, that perfect person, still sitting there. Happiness was written over his face as if it was his child, I thought. Instantly before I gained my poise, my companion seemed to have read my mind; immediately, and speaking with authority, I heard … “It is my, child I will be with this little soul from this day onward, while you will only love, and guard as assented to as He Wills. I have waited a long time for my obligation to come into the world for we angels only receive one, and yes I am excited.” Pray that we will together bring this child back to Him who He always has known and now.
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