Wednesday, January 18, 2017

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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









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16 comments:

  1. The trouble with lumberjacks is that I can only ever think of the Monty Python song! However, that aside, a great voice here, and some intrigue to mull over. Nice one.

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    1. ....I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory! Cheers mate

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  2. Hahahaha! Love how you humanized the tree! Loved the ending, "I'll take my secret to the grave." LOL! Great story!

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  3. Well done. I like the open ending.

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    1. The best type of ending!Thanks so much.

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  4. Chilling. Nicely done as always.

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  5. Ooh, I like this. There's two ways to interpret this, literally and figuratively. They both work well. Nicely done!

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    1. Take your pick! Thanks so much for dropping by

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