Photo Story: A Bolder Life

frost IThis is how I remember it, what I saw from my window my first night as an orphan. Two trees, backlit by a low-slung moon, took turnabout gesturing at one another. The larger quaked and wailed, and the other shrugged its branches. When one nodded toward me, I retreated from the glass. Had I clambered out to join them, perhaps I’d have led a bolder life.

In the morning, the backyard looked the same as the day before and the day before that, with the worn spots under the swing set and the twin maple saplings clinging to their stakes.

John Evans is a retired cubicle dweller who spends his days bicycling, square dancing, and writing short fiction. He divides his time between Blaine, MN, and Jupiter, FL.

Photo Credit: John Pierre Candelier

2 Responses to “Photo Story: A Bolder Life”

  1. Joy Manné says:

    Deep. I can read it many times, each time going deeper. The movement of the trees is a great metaphor for a relationship. Thank you.

  2. Kiki Stamatiou says:

    A captivating and enchanting piece of writing. Beautiful.

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