With my somewhat relentless focus the last bunch of months on other writing matters, I’ve lost track of this delightful weekly bit of writing ephemera. I’m glad to see that Jenny Matlock is still keeping the fires burning, with an autumnal prompt for this week. Here is my entry:
Two trees stood together, watching the world. They’d sprouted together, grown from sapling to full maple together. When they were big enough, their leaves would brush against one another in the breeze. How they thrilled to each other’s touch! And how they envied those humans who could touch each other at will.
Each year one tree said to the other, “How beautifully leaves grow old”. They said a goodbye of red and orange and gold, and then they would lose each other’s touch until spring.
One day their leaves won’t grow at all…but not this year.