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Inside the box were two necklaces. Each bore a pendant of an interwoven tree, delicately crafted, encircled by a ring of gold. Branches reached outwards, wiry roots dug deep into the bottom edge of the circle.
“They’re beautiful.” said Kelly.
“One for each of us.” Leigh fastened a necklace around her sister’s neck. “It’s the tree of life. Wherever you go, you’re always connected to me.”
Then she added with a sad smile, “And to mom and dad.”
Less than two years later Leigh was dead. Her husband imprisoned. Loneliness and grief filling the empty spaces left by the dead.
100 words
Inspired by an excerpt from my untitled WIP novel. Saw the tree and instantly thought of this scene. Modified it for flash fiction. Hope you enjoy it.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Challenge yourself to write a story in 100 words or less.
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Such a sad turn her life took.
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That took a dark turn pretty fast.
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Oh, how sad. Poor Leigh, poor Kelly.
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And yet they are connected through the branches reaching out, this time all the way to the other side.
Beautiful last line.
Superb writing.
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Yes they definitely are still connected by the tree of life. 😊 Thank you so much for your kind comments!
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Dear Fatima,
You’ve beautifully captured the loneliness and grief. I can picture the pendant as well. Good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle 😊😊
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So sad the Tree of Life didn’t bring them a long happy life. Well written.
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Thank you, Christine!
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Such a sorrowful tale. Excellent.
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Such a sad story but they still remain connected by the tree of life. Nicely done.
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Thank you 😊
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