The Day She Relinquished Shingon
a micro fiction
They’d named him Haiiro before he opened his eyes. It was before the first summer rain, before the green moss had bloomed and secured him to such blessing.
His mother knew gray was the color of death ever since the old willow had died. Against a summer sky, nothing could be as representative of death as that tree’s corpse, and she carried its image with her to her son’s birth.
Haiiro.
How foolish.
Now, she visits Okunoin after the last summer rain. It’s verdant, intense. Pulsating with unseen life. As she turns to depart, she smiles. Haiiro’s eyes are open.
Photographer: Natee P.
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Thank you for reading! This is part of a micro fiction series where I take a photo and write a story inspired by it. Each story is 100 words.
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Awww, this was such a wonderful story!
I LOVE ekphrasis! It’s my favourite way to write poetry and stories! You’ve added to your personal challenge by restricting your word count to 100. Well done my dear! 🙌🏻