The Red Tree Bleeds Tears

by [pens&feathers]
originally published at 08:01PM on Wednesday, October 10, 2007

I wake with the delicate ache of everything I have seen and heard and felt gripping tightly on my heart. I am sitting on a gentle slope of soft green grass; the organic beauty of the red tree’s bark is rough against my back as I lean against its trunk.

But the dream never went like this.

I am not myself.

It is then that I glance down the hill and survey the scene in front of me. The sheer weight of the situation hits me in the stomach like a sack of bricks.

I see a solomn procession. They surround a grave, heaped with a colorful medly of flowers. My family is standing there, tears coursing down their cheeks.

I want so badly to comfort them, but all at once I know that I cannot. I suddenly have the absolute knowledge that the body inside the polished coffin is my own.

My mother’s face is turned to the sky. “Send me some sort of sign…,” she wails.

And at that moment a leaf from the red tree falls into her outstretched hand, and a look of peace crosses over her tormented face.


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  • from ♠Ana Cristina♥:

    Beautifully written. Very solemn and moving.

  • from Alexa ♥:

    Wow. I would not have imagined this ending from that beginning. It was lovingly written.

  • from horrorfan13:

    This is beautiful. If only we all could experience this and have our loved ones be comforted in such a way.

  • from Storykeeper of Fae:

    Yes! This is EXACTLY what I was going for! So glad you got it.

  • from T.F. Torrey:

    Wow. The word “beautiful” is getting a workout describing this story, and deservedly so. Another amazing example of what can be achieved in 1024 characters.