Hi folks –
My apologies for this post. I had no opinions to express or thoughts of the day, so I decided to see what the Daily Post Challenge had to offer. The challenge was to “Write a new poem, story, post, or piece of flash fiction that contains an element of foreshadowing.” Well my story started with a tree, and it took a terrible turn (there’s a little foreshadowing for you).
So if you read my blog because my posts are generally good-natured and optimistic, here’s a pretty picture:
The tree outside my bedroom window, my favorite tree, is straight and tall, with branches that throw a canopy of leaves over the grass below, protecting the soft blades from the worst of the rain and snow. But there is one place on the tree, small really, where an ax had taken a bite. It is just a slice, a tiny fissure. From it, the sap had flowed and dried, leaving an amber mess of bugs in its wake. And at the bottom, a sliver of black leg hangs suspended and I wonder: who left that behind?
Below the tree, my mother stands, arms crossed with cigarette dangling between her fingers, wrinkle-tanned face lifted to the sky, smoke streaming from pursed lips, past green leaves. Below the branches, my little brothers play war games while my sister sings softly to the doll she holds by its jet-black hair. And I watch from my window, black nails drying in the hot summer sun.
There was a time when I played beneath the safe canopy of the tree. Five children, duck-duck-goosing, and giggling as we all fall down. One parent, smiling behind smoke, amber-filled glass in hand. But the gap between my little siblings’ single-digit ages and my own double digits, is no longer bridged by my brother, my favorite brother, so straight and tall.
It was different tree that took my brother, when my mother crashed the car. The gash from the crushed metal split the tree wide open.
And still the amber liquid flows.