"Oh my gosh, this one's beautiful." The girl with the long black hair and the almond eyes stopped underneath a large Oak tree in the park, gingerly stepping along the damp ground.
It was a beautiful day and she was full of inspiration, wanting to find things to represent autumn in her current art piece; an acrylic and gouache painting adorned with pieces of nature. So far she's collected a few pinecones, a purple crocus that had been nibbled off its stem by an animal, and a couple of leaves in the wicker basket around her arm.
But looking down at the striking red and yellow Maple leaf at her feet, she knew she found the centerpiece. It's a bit scuffed up and broken, but beautiful all the same. Breathtaking actually. Her brother would call her a weirdo for thinking a single disheveled Maple leaf to be beautiful, nonetheless the highlight of an art piece. How were they even siblings?
She hummed to herself as she pulled a small cheesecloth out of her overalls pocket and picked up the Maple leaf. Very delicately, she folded it into the cheesecloth and placed it in the basket.
As she made her way back home, she wondered how far that Maple leaf had to travel. No matter what, it was just as beautiful as it would have been on the tree, and she was excited to get to work.
Already she knew the title of her painting.
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Maple
Short StoryMaple discovers the truth of existence as an earthling in their own short span of time wandering a colorful, heart-aching, beautiful city. They encounter the complicated, wonderful, unique stories hiding in every voice and every footfall. A short...
