“The tree that we so carefully planted is barren today,” a frozen soul whispered to another.
“You changed.”
“And you?”
“We were unable to nurture the plant. The children have flown the nest. We are practically strangers to one another.”
“Trees lend wood even after they are cut. We can have a great fireplace, where we burn all our differences, and rise from the ashes like ……”
“No, not a Phoenix, for sure,” he interrupted, ‘How about being an updated model of your latest phone?”
She smiled, and it was not a forced one. The warmth was returning, once again.
(100 words)
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Love rekindled. What a comforting tale Reena
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Beautiful Reena loved the metaphor you used to convey lost love and rekindling it
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Thank you so much!
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It’s good that the warmth came back to them and they didn’t even have to burn the log. Great story, Reena!
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Thanks, Joy!
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Interesting metaphors. I love the smell of wood smoke but unfortunately, my wife is allergic.
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That is the nature of marriage that teaches us how to deal with different partnerships in life :). Thanks!
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