A Bird of Paradise had sprung from the ashes. It was the only visible life form where the plane had crashed.
A sign from him, that life will go on.
9/11 means more to us, now, than ever.
We celebrate him with this chocolate cake. Our last meal shared together.
Backstory: Sadly, I cite these photos from my mother-in-law, as this story isn't 100% fiction. The coincidence of 'chocolate' being the word of the week was too much of a coincidence that I couldn't pass up the opportunity to share. My 'would-have-been' brother-in-law died on 9/11/05, in a small private plane.
Crashing into terrain behind a building in California, a few days later a Bird of Paradise had emerged, literally the only thing in the area that was living after the fire from the crash had charred the earth. The chocolate cake is ceremoniously eaten on his birthday, August 2nd, as it was the last thing him and his family shared together before he went back to CA. But with the anniversary of the accident, 9/11, being tomorrow, I figured it was just another sign of him stopping to say hello. Rest in peace, Elliot.
Written in response to the #fiftywords challenges that @jayna has been posting.
Chocolate was this week’s prompt:
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