“Alma’s Unsung Angel”, part of Concordant Vibrancy
All Authors Publishing House, a subsidiary of All Authors Publications & Promotions, is pleased to present its first short story anthology, Concordant Vibrancy. Concordant Vibrancy represents the interweaving of unity and uniqueness through the eyes of eleven incredible writers. Through the array of genres, all of these talents share a phenomenal love of writing which aims to leave imprints in the reader’s imagination.
Inspiration Behind the Story
This is the story of how a single orange, Autumn leaf changed everything.
Father Wind blew with a soft whistle; music was his talent. Such was his talent that if you looked closely you could see it swirling in the space around you. A nearby Sugar Maple tree felt the tickle of his breath, and smiled. She loved the feather like, soft stroke, and the feeling that it provided as it caressed her hard brown bark.
There was something particularly enticing about this season. Every tree, that was any tree knew this.
People walked by, looking up at her abundant supply of orange, red and yellow leaves, admiring them. Children anxiously waited for them to fall from her old and stern branches so that they could jump in them and play.
To anyone, this would have been your average mid-October morning, had it not been for that single gust from Father Wind, which caused that sole Sugar Maple tree Leaf to come undone from its tethers.
The breeze streamed by, titillating the old branch a little more profusely than it would have on any other occasion. It was that teeny, tiny, extra, fragment of pressure that cause the resolutely affixed Leaf to dance the scantest bit more than it usually would.
Father Wind is gifting us an extraordinary blow today, mused Mother Sugar Maple.
The Leaf, whom was tightly intertwined to its mother giggled at the feeling—she too knew that there was something exceptionally special in that gust of wind which Father Wind had wafted. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she was content to bask in the music that it provided. That melody that allowed her to rhythmically move to its beat—it gave her a certain feeling of freedom—to her that was more than enough.
However, what the enamored Leaf did not know was what was just about to happen. Unbeknownst to her, she was about to come unhinged from the one entity that gave her life—her mother Sugar Maple.
Sugar Maple, chortled, also mesmerized by the splendid and refreshing gust. It was a day full of glee. This was any sugar maple trees’ favorite season. There was something expressly unique about it all. The ambiance, the way the sun shined, the scents in the air—all of it was a glorious change from the humid and hot summer days, that although caused her leaves to turn green, also was uncomfortably hot.
How was Mother Sugar Maple to know what was about to happen to her beloved, albeit adventurous daughter Leaf?
Lots of props to Y. Correa for stopping by. Keep your eyes peeled to see who will be next to enter my Asylum during National Short Story Month.