Expectations

EXPECTATIONS

Two children were each given an acorn to plant.

The first was interested, pleased, impressed, deeply moved as it gradually grew into an oak tree, a transformation she could never have anticipated, scarcely have believed possible.

The other was bitterly disappointed.

She had wanted a beech tree.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 1, 2016, in Flash Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. Maybe she should have planted a beech nut.

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  2. Uh-oh 😉 Funny you posted this, for in a literal sense, I had a friend over to visit my gardens yesterday, and I was marveling aloud how amazing it is to see ‘all this’ having emerged from seed. Miracles abound, perspective is everything 😉

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  3. Oh the beautiful irony. She wished for a beech and she ended up a disappointed beech, whose tree of life was never given the encouragement to blossom fruitfully.

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