Granny Smith

Photo by James Krudop on Unsplash

They stood under the apple tree, heavy with fruit. Early October sunshine, with a hint of late fall breeze, drew the family close. The Granny Smith had been planted five years past, to the day, in a similar gathering. Today would be for celebrating, the healing already done. 

The tree’s first harvest was a success. The aroma of Grandma’s brown bag apple pie now spilled from every open window of the yellow four-square.  

“Five years ago we spread the ashes of our mother, grandmother and friend. Today we celebrate her rebirth and give thanks to the bounty she has delivered.”

This piece was composed as a 100 word, flash-fiction piece on the topic of metamorphosis.


Published by Jill Robinson

Speech-Language Pathologist. Writer. Athlete. Wife. Mother. Animal lover. Not necessarily in that order.

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