Photo by: Alastair Forbes

Woody walked through the cool Fall air of the park. At thirty-three years of age, he felt his family growing and it made him smile. Beside him, his twenty-two year old sister Magnolia kicked playfully at the dried leaves on the ground. Her bright grin spread up to her violet eyes. Eleven-year old Lilac held his hand and stared around the park anxiously.

He finally stopped before an elderly tree. Its leaves were just turning yellow and falling to the ground. Woody sighed, “Here’s the spot.”

“Okay,” said Lilac. “Where is she?”

Woody nodded to the tree. “She’s right here.”

Lilac rolled her eyes. “Dad! You said I’d finally meet Mom.”

“You are meeting her,” grinned Woody.

Lilac looked up at him angrily. “Dad! You’ve never shown me pictures of her, you never explained how you met. Nothing! Quit playing games! Is she buried here? Is that it?”

“Honey, it’s not easy to explain.”

“You promised!”

“Okay, okay, just calm down.” He pointed into the tree. “Look!”

Where he pointed, a massive seed pod hung. It began to quiver as if something inside were moving. Its shuddering grew more emphatic until it finally broke loose and fell to the ground. The group rushed to the pod just as it opened. Inside a tiny baby squalled loudly.

“Awesome!” exclaimed Lilac, suddenly forgetting about her mother.

“How’s that for a birthday present?” said Magnolia. She withdrew a baby bottle from her bag. Taking the infant into her arms, she began to feed him.

“I think we’ll name him Ash,” said Woody. He smiled at Lilac. “How does that sound?”

“Cool! But Dad! How is this possible?”

Woody shrugged. “That’s another difficult explanation.” He cast a sidelong grin to Magnolia who returned the smile. “Is anyone hungry?”

Right on cue, large fruit began falling from the tree. Woody picked one up and handed it to Lilac. “Try it. It tastes like Mango.”

As Magnolia and Lilac began walking back to the car with Ash, Woody stayed behind for a moment. He held up a fruit in salute to the tree. He said, “Thanks Mom. I’ll keep watch over my sisters and baby brother too.”
Written for Alastair Forbes’ Sunday Photo Fiction writing challenge. The photo above is this week’s prompt. Click on the blue link here to see what other authors wrote:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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19 Responses to Siblings

  1. Joy Pixley says:

    Oo, love where you went with that, what a fabulous idea! Who would ever think a story about pod siblings could be so touching?

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  2. JS Brand says:

    What a great way to take the story and this family has plenty of scope to grow. I just hope the older ones watch out for any signs of sapling rivalry.

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  3. MythRider says:

    I wish I’d have thought of “Mom” tree first. Good one.

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  4. Lyn says:

    Deelightfully delightful 😀

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  5. Tena Carr says:

    Nice spin you took on this story. Keeps the reader wondering just who or what woody, magnolia, and lilac are.

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  6. luckyjc007 says:

    Nicely done…good to know how part of the nature family lives and interact. 🙂

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  7. Wow! That is certainly unusual and fun! A “mom tree”. I love how the new baby brother was “born.” He just dropped off the tree as a pod. LOL! Love it Eric! Very creative and entertaining!

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  8. What an awesome story with an excellent plot Loved it

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