He led her by the hand deep inside the forest. Sitting beneath the shade of an ancient banyan tree, its branches reached to the ground and embraced her. A serene expression fluttered across her face, and then she was gone.
No one in the village believed him when he said, “The tree took her.”
Years passed. He was set free. Sitting in front of the banyan tree, he listened to the ethereal voices of the Chosen crescendo and begin again. He heard her bell-like voice among them.
Before leaving the forest, he promised the ancient tree, “I will find another.”
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Liz Young.
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