(Author’s note: None. Enjoy the Fictioneers!)
Spring Growth
by Miles H. Rost
Xi Lin looked at the banks of the lake, burnt trees sticking up like used matchsticks.
She knew better, however. Being a scholar of the trees in both China and America, it helped her understand exactly what was going on. While the Camp Fire was massive, and wiped out so much acreage, she knew that there was growth within.
She peered down at herself and clutched her hands. The lesson of trees also applied to people who burned with passion, and yet had spent the fuel of a relationship.
She was growing as well, a single spring growth hidden within.
Music and Fiction 
Nice use of the tree metaphor. The cup that is baked in the fire holds water without leaking
What a descriptive piece, Miles. Well done.
A strong metaphor for what she’s feeling, and the hope that lives inside.
Incredible story and a beautiful metaphor!
A beautifully written piece and I liked the Moonwater music too ❤️
Miles, what a wise and welcomed comparison. I’m glad she feels the hope inside.
Wonderful metaphor for human relationships.