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From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

Genre: Fiction, Words: 100

“Give me a second”, I said to my husband, who was in a hurry to leave.

I wasn’t. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the ol’ gal and moving to the city. I couldn’t imagine not seeing her every morning as I sat in my front yard with my coffee in hand.

My daughter, now 8 years old, had already climbed it a million times. She had learned the seasons by its leaves.

This tree was a part of our home. Now she will simply be a memory, a photograph.

“Let me take a picture, first”, I told him.

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This is for the Friday Fiction prompts over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ lovely blog. Over a 100 people participate weekly and it’s a treat to see the different ideas that emerge from a single photograph. The rules are simple, keep it within a 100 words (although no one would be ostracized for going over or under the word count).

The key is to make every word count.

This is my first entry for Friday Fictioneers!

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my contribution. You are encouraged to leave behind your thoughts or feedback should you have any. Here are the other entries for this week.

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44 thoughts on “Records of Separation – Friday Fiction

    • Thank you! I’ve climbed trees because I was an active child. But i’ve grown up in the city and so didn’t have a tree that remained long enough for me to be fond of. I guess I wrote this wishfully.

  1. This is how I am feeling about a big apple tree in my backyard. I am moving at the end of the month and leaving it behind. It’s a beautiful big tree and I feel sad about it. I thought I was being silly, glad to see I”m not. 🙂

  2. My mom built us a tree house when we were kids and we spent a lot of time in it. Unfortunately, none of the trees in our yard were suitable for a tree house so our girls didn’t get the joy of playing in one or of climbing trees. I like the idea of the daughter learning the seasons through the tree’s leaves.

    janet

    • Oh i’ve always wanted a treehouse!! I imagine it’s a bit like camping without the worries of food. The only treehouse experiences i’ve had are through the books I read as a child.

  3. tree climbing is soooo important in making a memorable childhood activity…and so is enjoying a cup of coffee in a favorite spot! love your story. ♥

    • Hi Rochelle! You’re spot on, this IS my first FF contribution. Thanks for checking it out and for organizing such a challenge. I look forward to contributing on a weekly basis.
      Cheers! 🙂

  4. “She had learned the seasons by its leaves.”Wow!What a beautiful line & a great piece as well,enjoyed reading this.You have a variety of topics on your blog which means it will be a veritable literary feast-will come back time & again to sip from here & there:-)

  5. Having been born and raised in the New Forest in England I count myself very lucky to have been in the company of a great many trees and enjoyed some amazing climbs. I can imagine the sense of loss your character is feeling as she takes a last look at that tree. A very enjoyable read. 🙂

  6. That was just splendid. I never did climb any trees as a child perhaps just the jungle jim. I’m sure it was so much fun 🙂 beautifully written piece.

  7. I like how you described her appreciation for the tree, how it had been an important part of her family’s life. Maybe they’ll find a good tree in a park when they move to the city?

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