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Post 1589. Sunday August 27

Sunday Photo Fiction

You are like a friend to me, my oldest friend. We have spent so much time together. I can talk to you; share my thoughts, reveal my secrets. I know you'll keep them to yourself! As a kid, I climbed you. I fell once and broke my arm, remember? My first love and I carved our initials in your bark. Look, they are still there.

In spring you shelter me from the rain, your pale green leaves bobbing up and down.

In summer, you shade me from the sun. We picnic here, don't we? Just you, me and a cup of tea.

In autumn, you’ll roll out a golden carpet and in winter you’ll stand naked and proud you old show off!

When spring comes round again you’ll be reborn. Unlike me.

You were there for those before me; you’ll be there for those that follow. But today it’s you and me. My friend. My oldest friend.


*Note to myself: I really should remember to take my used cups and saucers home rather than always leaving them there!

Word count 176

For Sunday Photo Fiction where the picture prompt is by Dawn Miller.