Dirty and barefoot she sat under an ancient oak tree. Autumn leaves falling like snowflakes forming a golden carpet of warmth. Watching people pass by… always rushing, with no patience, not a moment to stop or to lend aid. She felt so lost and alone.
Then, through golden sunlight she sees him in the distance. He is standing by a glorious elfin barberry bush. The tiny leaves all smothered in silver-frosted blue-black berries…the remnants from the previous yellow orange spring blossoms. She always loved the barberries, if only he would pick a few and bring them to her. He turns toward her and stares blankly… She so longed for even a brief conversation or a simple, gentle touch. His face with porcelain completion a sight she has grown so accustomed to.
Slowly he turns away, heartbreakingly as he has done every day…she waits…
In his hand a beautiful bunch of glorious barberries, but he doesn’t bring them to her. Her silent tears fall and create freckled spots on the autumn leaves that turn bronze and withers slowly away. Maybe tomorrow.
She lookes down at her bare feet, gently she tries to remove some of the dirt, but it remains. She runs her fingers through her tangled matted hair, she desperately tries to smooth it, but to no avail. Silently she cries….
Sunlight filters through the luscious green leaves of the ancient oak. She lookes up at the barberry bush. There he stands, like always beautiful. But today he lookes different, there are lines of sorrow on his face, of longing. His hair is streaked with shimmering silver. The barberry bush is blooming with buds, he picks a few nestled in between protective thorns. He turns towards her. Why does he not come to her…he hesitates a moment, but turns around and walks away.
Her longing is unbearable. She closes her eyes…so tired…but she cannot rest, she wonderes if she will see him again. Maybe tomorrow.
As she gazes up he is standing at the elfin barberry bush. It is covered in berries, glorious and beautiful. He carefully picks a bunch. Slowly he turns…he starts walking towards her. Her heart leaps. She stands and runs her fingers through her hair, it is smooth under her touch. She looks down at her feet, they are clean. He takes her hand and silently smiles…this was always their most favorite spot. She takes the barberries from him, her soul is once again whole…and he is once again at her side, as he was in life, now in death.
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