Full cycle

A season in my life has passed.

The leaves on the tree fall down to the earth, a rusty red, yellow and brown mulch carpet enriching the earth, keeping it safe. Just like Agnes, Edna and my George lying six feet beneath the earth, watching over me.

Memories of three little girls who won’t let a little boy into their secret lair within the wooden shed flood my mind. George never gave up, though, he pestered us day and night, interrupting every meeting. Soon he became our captain and we were his loyal musketeers. A friendship that blossomed well into our teenage years, until he went to college. And when He visited it was like he never left, slowly a special cord was strung between the two of us. The rest they say is history.

Agnes always teased that I was never the first to try out anything new, thus it wasn’t a surprise that they all went before me. Relaxing my back against the wooden shed, I close my eyes, I feel safer crossing over now.

Copyright Phylor

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Phylor (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

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28 thoughts on “Full cycle

  1. Your title is apt indeed. I love the symbolism here. It’s a new season, a new year, and the narrator’s gone “full cycle” so to speak. I’d like to think Agnes, Edna, and George will be there waiting when she finally crosses over.

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  2. theres a certain tenderness in the words that filters back to me. like the part when it says, never was the first to try something new, only good friends can joke like this. the photo and the story are linked so well.

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