Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. This is Friday Fictioneers.
The stump had been dying for years before anyone noticed. Then one spring, the tails arrived….hundreds of them, banded gray and cream, fanning out in tight rows like a crowd gathered for a verdict. They found every crack the rot had opened and filled it, layer over layer, until the whole trunk wore their pattern like a coat.
That’s how grief works. Or love. Or any of the quiet catastrophes of life that hollow us out first. Something has to die a little before the rows of small, patient things can take hold and grow. It’s life’s natural order.
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This is “A Day In the Life of a Tree” by the Beach Boys
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, except where otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
I loved “like a crowd gathered for a verdict”
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Thanks Neil. I appreciate it.
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A beautiful piece.
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Many thanks, cara.
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Very poignant! You filled those little cracks!
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I’m just like a turkey tail! 🍄🟫 Thanks very much, D!
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Death fuels life through a continuous biological cycle of recycling, renewal, and transformation. Nutrients from decaying matter feed new organisms, maintaining the balance of the ecosystem. Nice story, Nancy.
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That’s what I said, only in a romantic way! 😊 Thanks so much, Jim.
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A philosophical piece indeed.
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Just a tad! Thanks, James.
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Oh, my friend… This is a slow squeeze, that by the last line has a stronghold on my throat and heart. Beautifully done.
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Not too tight, I hope, mon amie! Thank you for a lovely comment. 😊
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Just right! 💞
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Dear Nancy,
Brilliant take on the prompt. Evocative. I had to go for a second read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle
I’m so pleased to know that! I’ve seen this growth pattern before and marvel how life will always find a way to take root and flourish even when it seems impossible. Just another reminder of the wonder of nature. Thanks so much for a lovely comment.
Shalom
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you nailed it—it’s like poetry written in prose.
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What a lovely comment, plaridel. Thank you.
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A thoughtful piece of philosophy my friend …
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What an interesting little clip. Thanks for sharing, my friend. 🥰
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Tom Waits at his philosophical best my friend 🥰🤗
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So true, Nancy.
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Thank you, dear Keith.
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It’s actually a very attractive dead tree.
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I agree, James. There’s beauty to be found in all stages of nature.
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Nancy, stories like this are why I come back to Friday Fictioneers. You took a simple photo prompt and transformed it into something that speaks to the universal human experience of loss and recovery. The profundity packed into 100 words is remarkable. That’s true storytelling.
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I am rendered somewhat speechless by this comment. Thank you for your enthusiastic words. I do appreciate them.
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love it Nance a quiet, profound observation about emotional transformation🙌
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I love how you read between the lines to find the hidden meanings. Thanks for your great comments, Ange. 💛
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It’s quite lovely
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The end is never really the end. Nicely done!
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No wonder I’m so tired! Thanks very much, Sandra.
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Loved the philosophy
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Thanks so much, Geeta.
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