fallen

 

When the first one fell, I cried. It tugged at my heart.
Why does something so vibrant have to perish, I thought. I felt frightened.

Then, I got used to it. Daily grind numbs your soul and makes you oblivious to many things. Dozens could be falling, and I didn’t even notice anymore. Remnants lay on the ground, and I walked by, feeling nothing. Survival, you might call it.

When I got home and put the dusty duffel bag down, I looked up at the tree in the backyard. All its leaves had fallen, and it was bare, nearly lifeless. It reminded me of Hué, where I had just left.

 

2012-09-september-24th-2017
photo prompt copyright A Mixed Bag

For Sunday Photo Fiction – September 24th 2017

 

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