Wednesday 18 January 2017

little panda

This is a story of a panda. A lonely panda who sits at the edge of a cliff where stands nothing but a huge apple tree. The branches are spread out carrying the red fruits, and under the shade sits the little panda.

Oh, what is it?

What is going on in the panda's mind that has isolated her?

Why isn't she happy?

What grief resides in her little heart?

There falls an apple beside the panda, she sees the dent on the fruit, yet picks it up and takes a bite. The sweetness is still there, and the fruit is nothing but the apple itself. Bruised or rotten, these are still apples. The sweet juice is reaped when ripe, and sour is fermented to make an even better drink, the cider.

The panda's eyes were wet, sweet or cider, the apple had cast a spell on her. She mused over the magic, and decided to let go!

8 comments:

  1. For the sky is grey and the Apple sweet, the panda closed her eye to relive her memory. More than one joy filled her heart to content her aching soul to be healed enough. The clouds parted, there was sunrise, the wind blowed. The wind gives her warmly and as the rays of the sun caressed her brow... She smiled..

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  2. Good one. Short and sweet.

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