Autumn Leaves

I manage the orphanage, and pick up deserted infants from parks. The rules allow children below fourteen years to be adopted. I observe that the old beggar on the pavement may not survive this winter. Illness and penury have cast shadows on his life. His chance of finding a roof on the head is remote.

The autumn leaves crackle under my bare feet. The prickly sensation on my soles was perhaps transmitted from their pain of rejection. The trees will bloom again in spring, and dress in green. But the fallen ones will be swept away in garbage, or be buried under the snow. Nature has set the tone for life, and  ……………

(113 words)

 

Weekend Writing Promopt #24 by Sammi Cox

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