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Flowering. Approach. Part 20: Parental Exchange

by Thavien Yliaster 4 months ago in Series
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We are not always gifted time.

"Flowering" is a series, just like its artwork, that is a work in progress.

Reader discretion is advised: This series contains death, violence, and sexual content. Flowering is not a lighthearted series. Flowering is meant for a mature audience. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

By Timotheus Fröbel on Unsplash

At the end of the day when their chores were complete, and the moon's meal was done, the children laid down on the floor to sleep while the parents exchanged pleasantries.

“I’m going to keep them warm tonight, but I’ll get up early. You should rest earlier should we need you.”

“I’ll rest just fine no matter what. You don’t have to worry about me.”

She pointed a finger to his chest, “You should rest earlier so you can rest with them more. They’re not going to stay like this forever. Soon, they’ll be on their own, away from us.”

“You speak too soon of these things,” he grunted. “I’ll have time.”

“We are not promised time,” she began. “We are not promised food, water, warmth, shelter, garments,” he joined her, “and we are not promised the chance to get another breath.” She was glad he understood her sentiments. “Wetah, savor this time while we can. It feels like just yesterday when I had them as babe’s at my breast; their heads listening to the sound of my heart.”

“First they were harmless babes, now they’re kids that can smash a rock into your head.” His tone wasn’t disrespectful, but she could taste the venom he laced with that phrase. “I wonder what they’ll be like when they’re like us.”

“If you’ve ever had an inkling to do to your own parents what Zephyr did to you then you already understand what they’ll be like.”

“No man can foresee the future,” he responded back.

“Yes,” she leaned against his shoulder, “but all men can see the steps before them. For them to make the right steps, you need to look ahead. For now they’ll follow our footprints. Before you know it they’ll be walking side-by-side with us. Eventually they’ll be walking ahead of us, with our steps following in their footprints.”

“Are you asking me if they can keep up, or should we have to worry about keeping up with them?”

“I’m telling you that you already know how they’re going to turn out. Just because we’re no longer children, doesn't mean we cease to continue to grow.”

“And they’ll be the same.” He sighed, “If we’re lucky they’ll return to us again more than once, asking for guidance.”

“I still ask for guidance,” she looked at him, then up at the sky. “All I know is that without you to help clear a path, my guidance wouldn’t have gotten me as far as today.”

“As you as me.” He picked up her hand, kissing the back of it. “I feel like I should prepare the canoe.”

“Why is that?” The look on her face grew with concern.

“Instinct,” he replied, “the inner animal within me is sensing something. I don’t know what, but it’s something I can’t grasp just yet.”

“Is it hit or run?”

“Both…” His answer hung in the air like a fire ember dancing on the wind. “However, who I may have to hit is one thing I’m not quite sure of. Still, in our preparations, we should teach them to grow it for the inducement.”

“Would that not then awaken the animal within Zephyr?”

“Every man, woman, and child has an animal inside of them. It all depends on how much they want the animal to live within their own skin.”

“One mind, one body,” she started.

“One heart to rule them all. It all depends on how well they know themselves, and how much they can live together.” He took a swig of some apple vinegar, “There will always be three. Even with fighting, bloodshed, murder, and peace, there will always be three.”

“Well,” LaRha got up to stretch, “it’s time this three curled up on the map, with the three inside.” Kissing each other before placing their foreheads together, she left saying, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”


About the author

Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.



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