Traditions that became ever more iron clad built walls throughout the town keeping its communities apart. Separation bred hatred and hatred threw stones that injured, maimed and killed indiscriminately.
And so it went on until a watercan, left accidentally on a wall, periodically filled with water and seeds before spilling them onto the ground.
Great vines grew over the walls and curious youngsters began to climb. Children began to play together, share sweets and be welcomed in for lunch where more and more similarities were found.
New traditions began to grow and word began to spread.
And the walls fell.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
What a positive, hopeful fable. Let those vines grow around the world, they are needed.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful piece. The world needs more such watering cans.
ReplyDeleteI like how you've used the watering can as the vehicle of reconciliation. A fascinating idea.
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