PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
When the flowers finally started to bloom, I let myself have a little faith. A little faith I was doing the right thing and had done the right thing when I moved hundreds of miles away from my friends and family. Until today, I had considered packing my bags and running back, but I knew it would be a mistake. A mistake I might never recover from. The garden was proving new life was still ahead. But as I headed home, I saw the fires blooming and knew all I had gained would soon be lost. Once and for all.
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4 responses to “New Life”
Sounds like the main character has got change swirling all around her. Hoping things work out for her.
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Yes, blooming flowers always reminds us of new life and new beginnings, well told.
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Well done.
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Renewal in the new flowers, but death in the threat of fire – that’s life. Well done.
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