Lillie Mcferrin posts a “five sentence fiction” prompt.
This week it is: Flawed
Below is the picture she has posted on her site:
The Dreaming Place
Some say I am flawed, and certainly that is the case, as I make no claims to perfection.
My leaves are spent, my bark is weathered like an old person’s psoriasis, and my trunk is completely exposed as if I had worn knee-high socks for so many years that all of my protective husk has been rubbed away from my calf down to my toes.
I am an old man, gnarly, arthritic, and twisted, yet pleased to ask you to come closer as I have something to tell you, something I want to be whispered only for your ears.
See that sky, and those dark swift moving clouds, which are burdened with memories, blocking the light of day, traveling with that blur of buildings and trees in the background, all leading to a horizon which zeniths into one central point at my left, the center of everything – and though you may look at me for a moment, it is that small apex that everything ultimately leads to.
I am an illusion, a passing object, all that which surrounded me now longer is, I stand lonely in what was once my grove, all those that I had grown with and loved have preceded me to that incomparable cusp that I have shown to you; and it is now my time to travel through this chiaroscuro, and having readied myself, I have begun to walk, slowly and proudly, though limping, looking forward to and grateful for the moment when I will stand in the center of that transcendent dreaming place.