People in the town used to quote their example. Their friendship was unique. They were known to risk their lives for each other.
Then, like the colors of the morning sun which slowly melts in a daylight, their childhood plant gradually turned into a youthful tree.
With passionate hearts and different perspectives, they chose unique paths in their lives. The money came in abundance and love and care disappeared.The serpent of wealth played a fatal trick and the poisonous venom of jealousy proved lethal.
One day, people of the town woke up to find their friendship tree was withered away.
“Mission accomplished!” the hoarse voice of monster of hatred announced
A thunderous applause from junior members caused the night to shiver with fear.
Deep, in a wood, the bird took its last breath.
Its final words were
“Once, in a warm sunshine they used to play. Long ago, they love each other!”
This post is a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The word count is 153.
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