Friday Fictioneers | The Wisest Tree

An elderly man, giant sized, slumped on the ground. His long grey beard tentacled around his knees. He mourned for his world, it faded from this new landscape. His wife of millennia slunk over him, wrapping her long greying arms around him, comforting his soul. She did not need to say it would all be okay, for they both knew their time neared. All was left was to be grateful for the years they’d shared. They fell in one with appreciation, their limbs intertwined, they froze in time as the wisest tree. A memento for the new world to admire.

Story written using the above photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle.

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