Knowing Destiny

The acorn fell far from the tree and landed in the dirt. He knew that he himself was destined to be a tree.

 

But he wasn’t.

He was eaten by a squirrel.

 

It filled up the squirrel and made him proud and strong. The squirrel returned to the branches of the tree from whence the acorn fell. The squirrel knew he was destined to become king of his tree. To find a mate and have many children, to have ultimate rule and keep at bay the other males and keep his mates safe. And eat all of the nourishment of the tree and grow in to greatness.

 

But he wasn’t.

He was eaten by a large bird.

 

The bird scooped the squirrel, in reverie, from the arms of the tree and lifted him far away across the fields. The bird dug in his long claws and pecked voraciously at the squirrel’s warm flesh. Once the squirrel was consumed the bird felt satisfied and superior. He knew it was his destiny to become a great predator, a fearful shadow in the skies reigning dominion over all below.

 

But it wasn’t.

And before he could stretch his wings he was felled by a ginger cat.

 

The cat took the bird, which seemed very small to him, in her mouth. She strutted back across the fields to present her well-earned prize to her domestic keepers. Her destiny was not grandiose but pure. She knew she was destined to return to her keepers, to frolic in her garden, to keep herself warm and well, and live a contended life.

 

But it wasn’t.

And she was hit by a car.

 

She had carried her prize so long across the fields but her journey was abruptly halted as she tried to traverse the few feet from the wilds of the fields to the haven of her garden. The driver got out, he was panicked and concerned. The death of this animal was of no benefit to this man. Recognising her home was near his own, he bundled the cold little body in the back seat and continued on his way. His day had not gone well. He was agitated. But he told himself that his destiny was greater than this. That he was destined to get that promotion and one day he would start his own business, he would finally go to Egypt and see the pyramids, settle down and have kids, and retire to the South of France.

 

But he wasn’t.

He crashed his car in to the old oak tree outside his house.

 

The impact shook the wise old tree but it held itself stoicly. Only a single acorn dropped from its branches. The acorn fell far from the tree and landed in the dirt. He knew that he himself was destined to be a tree.

 

by H.R.

(prompts: Acorn, “If you don’t turn your life into a story,

you just become a part of someone else’s story.”)

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One thought on “Knowing Destiny

  1. mariaxrose February 8, 2017 / 1:44 am

    Omg Hayley I love this one, it’s incredible! <3

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