Blossom – Short Fiction by Arvilla Fee
When spring blooms, not everyone feels alive—until something unexpected scratches at the door.
Blossom by Arvilla Fee explores how beauty can bruise as much as it heals—until one muddy visitor rewrites the ending. Read it now on Written Tales, and if you've got a story aching to be told, submissions are open.
Do you know more people are depressed in spring? It’s true. You would think people would be more depressed in winter, especially if they live in frigid areas where snow, ice, and gray skies smother ambition like a wet blanket. But, no. It’s spring—when flowers are blooming, trees are budding, birds are singing, grass is greening. That’s when people decide life, for them, is over. Strange, isn’t it? How earth’s fresh happiness can suck hope right out of a soul.
I believe it to be true, though, as I sit here, blinds drawn against the offensive brightness of the mid-May sun. Even with the windows closed, I catch a whiff of lilacs from the bush outside my front door. And that darn cardinal—well, he hasn’t ceased his singing since daybreak. Who can blame him, though, with his mate close by—their sweet nest making filling his days.
Me. I’m mateless. My wife died last winter. See? I should’ve been depressed then—but I was numb. Now that the crabapple tree has burst into pink flames, I am crying in my coffee cup, often not showering for days. It all seems senseless somehow—this twittering and living. But until I figure out exactly how not to live, I’ll sit in semi-darkness.
Then I hear an insistent scratching on my front door. I turn my head toward the noise. A squirrel perhaps. But the scratching persists. And persists. I finally rise, plod across the room, and throw open the door. For a moment, I’m blinded. Then I look down at a golden, albeit filthy golden, dog. “What do you want?” I mutter. “Shoo.” He looks at me with liquid brown eyes and holds up a bleeding paw.
“Well, hell,” I hear myself say. “Aren’t you just a blossom? Come in.”
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Arvilla Fee, from Dayton, Ohio, has been published in numerous presses, and her poetry books, The Human Side, This is Life, and Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces are available on Amazon. Arvilla’s life advice: Never travel without snacks.
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In my case it was an Australian Cattle Dog, a Blue Heeler. And by caring for him, I slowly started to heal myself. Animals are our angels sometimes.