Matt Miani
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The Clearing
The cherry blossoms fell gently, floating on the breeze. They swirled around on the eddies that whipped to and fro, sending the tiny petals tumbling about the clearing. One fell on an upturned palm, worn with age and scarred by life. Long fingers picked it up gently, and it rose to the view of a weary face. The simple beauty of this new life did nothing to ease the lines on it; rather, the creases deepened, and bloodshot eyes began to water. The blossom trembled as the long white digits shook. They released it, and the petals once more drifted lazily. But the breeze faded away, and the little flower fell, spiraling ever further down. It came to rest on a simple gray stone. Regular, smooth, and polished, this was not the work of Mother Nature. It had been carved by the eyes that now came to rest on an inscription. It read,
By Matt Miani6 years ago in Families