The Talent

The Talent He often wonders where it comes from this need to tell stories; there is nothing in his upbringing or schooling to give a hint, he can hardly write it is a struggle to find the grammatically right word. He thinks of water trickling up from the ground running along the stony earth on a mountainside, falling on a lemon tree, beautifully yellow fruit, not for the roses. Sometimes the well dries, little rain has fallen, the groundwater is hidden in a deep cave and he accepts that, the world changes, but he has always got the almond tree while waiting for the sound of trickling water.