Tiny Airport Fictions… The Tree and the Seed
“Where are you going?” the tree asked the seed as he watched her detach from his branch.
“I don’t know,” said the seed, looking back as she floated on the wind, “but I have to go.”
“How can you go without knowing where to?” the tree pleaded.
The seed was farther away now.
“What are you scared of?” she called back.
“I don’t know,” said the tree, “but I am.”
The seed was just a dot in the sky. She turned one last time to look at the tree.
“All will be well,” she called, “for we are bound by roots we cannot see.”
The tree was silent.