Here’s my submission for the Flash Fiction From Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy, Week of September 6th, 2016. Check out their weekly challenges!
Photo credit to Phylor, thanks!
I’m really troubled, but I don’t know why. It was the moment my mom asked me to rake the leaves out back. I’d done it so many times before. Every September, the maple tree would lose its leaves, showering our backyard and old shed in a color of orange. Me being the only son, thirteen years old, I’m responsible for raking.
And … I’m not thrilled. I’ve raked most of the yard, the pile of leaves at my feet. And that’s all. I stare down at my hands and keep thinking of how they hurt, the soft blisters building up.
I remember when I was always enthusiastic about this – last year, I know was.
As though the leaves have all burned away in the same red and orange color of flames, I open the black trash bag and throw away my concerns.
After all, what else am I supposed to do with a pile of leaves?