Blackbirds

spring-girl

She aches with disappointment, and her hopes of happiness are dashed. Yet only moments ago she danced merrily around the maypole.

The blackbirds know, and settle around to share their wisdom. They tell her that the initiation from child to woman, is often sealed with a broken heart.

For Jane Dougherty Writes micro fiction prompt/Spring

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