Elizabeth had read the letter at least four times, but the words remained the same. John, the man she had grown to love, was leaving. He wrote in fancy words that she wasn’t the problem. It was all him. He needed to see the world and have more experiences. Things that apparently did not include her.
Elizabeth thought John was the one. He was handsome, intelligent and rich. Even her uptight family was impressed with him. She had no idea what changed.
With tears in her eyes, Elizaeth looked around the garden. Suddenly the words her grandmother once spoke came to mind.
“The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape.”
As the sun began to set, Elizabeth brushed away her tears and exited the garden. Just like John, she had places to go and things to experience too.
