Post 1426. Wednesday January 18 2017
I lived in her shadow for too long. She could do nothing wrong. Admired, loved, applauded.
Me? Ignored, invisible.
Last year she disappeared. Just like that. I should be sad, she was my sister after all. But things have changed. Suddenly I’m needed. I’m all they have. Suddenly the sun is shining upon me.
The tree that cast the shadow was felled.
What happened to her? Where did she go? Nobody knows. Actually, that’s not entirely true. One person knows. The lumberjack knows.
And I’ll take my secret to the grave.
My tale was inspired by the photo provided by Shivangi Singh at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.