Clear blue skies looking down on the city, traffic at every junction, echoe of car horns heard escaping from the corners, this was Sarajevo, Herzegovina. 2015.
Not so far away from the Metropolis, closer to the sub-urbs , was a quiet, almost independent neighbourhood with all houses on one lane stretching for about three kilometres. The mailman cruised on his utility bicycle stopping at every second house delivering their post until he reached a house where the resident, a man in his silk robe with less than average height, waited near his mailbox. As soon as he set eyes on the mailman he was excited, as though that was exactly the reason he waited. The mailman handed the envelope to the man as he rushed into the house without any polite gratitude to the mailman. It was a letter from the German embassy, as he applied for a work visa earlier that month. He rushed to the backyard of the house, where his wife was on her knees, planting various vegetable seeds into the soil in front of a seemingly wide and tall tree that spoke age and wisdom.
" Aurora darling, I got the visa! ", exclaimed the man to his wife. " I knew you would get it Mark ", said Aurora in the least interested tone. Mark and Aurora had just married two days ago, as they moved into her home the day before. Mark had fallen in love with her for her mystical behaviour, never saying too much, they are married yet he has no clue as to what her age is, she always asked him to ask a better question. Looking like a girl full of energy in her twenties, he never bothered to drag the topic.
A few hours later it was dark, Mark was in the shower as Aurora prepared the bed, opened the window to the left bedside, overlooking the top of the huge tree. She said " Thank you, for I am the seed and you are the roots ". This is something Aurora had been saying every night as long as she lived in this house. Mark finished his shower, putting on his shorts as he got in bed hugging Aurora. She turned off the bedside lamp then they were fast asleep in moments. The sound of the breeze, being stopped by the top leaves of the tree, causing them to move in a harmonical motion, swaying left and right, it was a fainter sound of imaginary waves breaking on a bank.
Each time the leaves swayed, tiny strands of Aurora, asleep, would move in the exact same motion, sometimes across her fine face. Was this the same Aurora, Is she still attached to the tree.
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Scarred Barks
General FictionA story of change. One of the hardest lessons in life is change. Whether it's guilt, anger, love, loss or betrayal, change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.
