The Family Tree

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copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Family Tree

The tree’s ancient limbs branch out like roads to several different worlds.

It is, in a way, a birthright… the way to the promised place.

“You found them yet?” I’d ask Mutt every day.

My brother would shake his head, gangrenous tongue hanging from his mangled jaw.

Then he’d crawl back up, trying a new route… disappearing within the tree’s barbaric upside-down beard.

“I found it.” Mutt’s perpetually decomposing head sprouts from the tangles. “Ma and Pa were there.”

My turn.

I grab the rope—same one that Ma, Pa and Mutt used– and slip my head into the noose.

HAVE A GREAT 2014 everyone :) I’ve gotten so used to the holidays and I’m having a hard time letting go. lol :)

PPS. with the picture, i know how easy it is to mistake Mutt for a dog so i made a couple of edits since posting this story xo :)

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22 responses »

  1. What magic you have in here, and desperation, too… the line “a place free from pain” made me wonder about what these characters have had to endure (and the gangrenous tongue and decomposing head drop sad clues on our heads). A riveting story — and I was relieved there’s hope at the end.

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