March 10, 2022
Flash Fiction: Oak
Spring is a time for fresh starts and budding life. Where does this new life come from? Well, death, of course, but that is not always a sad as it seems.Marie watched her husband’s love for her fade from his eyes as the autumn passed. He finally handed her the paperwork without a word on that November day; they were done. The love that lasted so many years had died, a fallen oak rotting from the inside out. Her heart froze into a block of ice as the snow piled higher and higher onto the forest floor. One morning a few months later, Marie found herself smiling as she prepared her garden for the summer season, a sapling sprouting out from the mushroom-covered trunk.
—Serenity Block, Flash Fiction Editor