Neko



Maple Seeds

A short tale about maple seeds and my childhood best friend.



One time, as a kid, I was outside with my then-best friend.

I saw something on the ground.

And I guess I said something like "Oh, a feather."

And she said something like "They're not feathers, they're seeds."

"What?"

"They're maple seeds. This part is where the seed would be. They fall from the trees."

"But I've never seen them on the trees?"

"They're green then, you probably just don't notice them."

I think if it weren't for her, I would still think they're feathers.



I think of her and this conversation when I see them.



Story dedicated to "J"

From "A"


(I don't think she'd want her name on the internet)





(Image description: A picture of a brown maple seed on a grey-ish, patterned floor. The maple seed is some-what tattered and the seed itself is actually missing from the piece. End image description.)

Image credit: myself!

written by Ari Painful Writer