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Where Love Grows
by Carietta Dorsch 

I’ve got used to the blinking light; I just shove a pillow over my face. And I’ve got used to the constant half-light she needs. I need to help her get through this as intact as possible. Nothing else is important to me now. I don’t even care anymore that she cheated on me.

Already the memory of the thump that woke me is dissipating. Something dropped perhaps. I lie back, wondering whether I should try to sleep some more, but perhaps I need to check on her.

We have had a rough patch in our relationship here recently.

But I forgave her.

Well, I forgave her after I made her forgivable that is.

You see, I’ve always wanted to be an arborist, but I never had the opportunity.

I will admit I’m still getting used to having a tree in our bedroom. It’s still early in its growth, but it surely shows potential.

Inside its cluster of leaves I can see what appears to be  round, yellow sugar gum seeds. One of these seeds has a human eye, one seed has a nose. There is one seed, the most recent one, it has split and has reveled an open mouth, from which it is repeating a sigh of mournful apologizes. Her apologizes fall on deaf ears, it is a little too late for all that now.

I take my trimmers and snip a seed from a branch.

A thick greenish-red goo oozes from the wound and a sigh escapes her freshly sprouted mouth.

“I’m sorry,” I hear her moan.

“I know you are, Harmony, but I like you more this way. You can’t go out and cheat on me any more. I’m your wife forever and ever. Right here, right now, in our bedroom, this is where love grows.”

I kiss the seed and crack it open.

I can hear her moans of pain as I eat this part of her, and as I shallow I can feel a part of her with me.

Soon I’ll have all of her inside me and she’ll never leave me again.

Fiction © Copyright Carietta Dorsch
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.