Ode to the Night (flash fiction with Sarah)

The last of the day’s light glowed orange through the maple leaves. Sarah loved that tree. She had only known him for a spring and a summer, but she trusted him. She knew his faces, and his kind presence felt like a friend. 
  
Crickets and cicadas were singing “Ode to the Night,” and she felt her heart relax and soften to the gentle rhythm. Nature was her favorite composer, and she loved this song. 
  
“Why are you just sitting there in the dark?” Her mom flipped on the overhead light, and she was pulled back into the room. “Go in the kitchen, and pack your lunch for tomorrow. There won’t be time in the morning.” 
  
Everything was new: her room, the neighbor walking around upstairs, mom’s moods, packing her own lunch, and tomorrow – Brooklawn Elementary.

Sarah wished she could build a house in her Maple tree, and live there forever… 


(Scroll through my blog for other glimpses of Sarah)

2 comments

  • harry

    harry maine

    I have a friend like sarah's. She sits outside the windows between me and city hall. I've seen her grow and blossom and strip and feed and reach for 15 years now. In winter the visiting cedar wax-wing fly in and feed on her red berries; the only food around when the snow covers the ground. I counted 45 one windy afternoon. I put a bird house in her branches some years back and I fill it with seed when I see its hungry. There's a picnic table underneath where locals and visitors alike find refuge from the sun; and maybe share a pizza. she's a giving tree. I have yet to name her but I do say hi. Thank you again for your inspired writing. Your stories never fail to enlighten me to my own gratitude for how fortunate I truly am when I take the time to slow down and look around. i too want to build a house in a tree and live amongst its seasonal evolution

    I have a friend like sarah's. She sits outside the windows between me and city hall. I've seen her grow and blossom and strip and feed and reach for 15 years now. In winter the visiting cedar wax-wing fly in and feed on her red berries; the only food around when the snow covers the ground. I counted 45 one windy afternoon. I put a bird house in her branches some years back and I fill it with seed when I see its hungry. There's a picnic table underneath where locals and visitors alike find refuge from the sun; and maybe share a pizza. she's a giving tree. I have yet to name her but I do say hi.

    Thank you again for your inspired writing. Your stories never fail to enlighten me to my own gratitude for how fortunate I truly am when I take the time to slow down and look around.

    i too want to build a house in a tree and live amongst its seasonal evolution

  • Denise Moser

    Denise Moser

    Harry! Sarah and I have missed you. Thanks for stopping by. I always treasure your thoughtful comments. I am glad you have your tree friend. I have one too, right outside my living room window. He is a comfort to me. He has many faces, and feels like a friend. Your writing is so vivid. You gave me a clear picture of your piece of the world. Thank you for your kind words about my writing. It's good to know that my words resonate with you.

    Harry! Sarah and I have missed you. Thanks for stopping by. I always treasure your thoughtful comments.
    I am glad you have your tree friend. I have one too, right outside my living room window. He is a comfort to me. He has many faces, and feels like a friend.
    Your writing is so vivid. You gave me a clear picture of your piece of the world.
    Thank you for your kind words about my writing. It's good to know that my words resonate with you.

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