Tree (micro fiction)

By Suzanne Elvidge

She wanted to be best friends. I wanted a mother. She wanted fun. I wanted stability. So I become more sensible and she became more erratic. We drifted apart. I went to University, got a PhD, got a job, got married. She turned on, tuned in, dropped out. And then I got the phone call that we all dread. Except that somehow it was worse. Because it was after the fact. She’d died, been celebrated and been buried in some woodland ceremony, an acorn planted above her heart. And no-one had invited me –no-one had even known that I existed. I lived in hurt, pushing everyone away. Until the man I loved persuaded me to talk, to listen. Perhaps to learn. To see that she had only rejected me as much as I had rejected her. And finally, after three years, I saw the tree. And I began to understand.

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