anthropomorphic story - Susan Shiney

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Dec 29

Flash Fiction / anthropomorphic story anthropomorphism microfiction story from a trees perspective

Spring

Lush green leaves sprout and spread on my twigs.

¨My leaves are growing Momma, they're growing!" I say shaking for her attention.

¨I see it my little one, I see it," she says as she looks toward the sun breathing in the rays, her branches stretching back to life.

"When will the birds come to play with us? When, when, when?" I wobble around splaying myself out to capture each ray I can.

¨Any day now, if you listen you can hear the faint flapping of their wings in the distance.¨

I try to stop sucking in the water from my roots to hear better, but it is too hard. "I can't hear anything."

¨One day you will, you will,¨ Momma says.