The Green fading from the leaves ( Short Story )

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air incited everyone to stay at home to enjoy a hot coffee, George set on to drive in search of Alfred, his best friend. Alfred two days ago, had received a call from his Doctor. Since then, Alfred hadn't return to his home, and his wife, worried, approached George. George once he found out his friend was missing, took his car and went to the first place he thought Alfred could have been - the woods; that place where they spent their childhood together and that brought the best memories. As soon as he arrived, he saw Alfred standing in the middle of the woods wearing the same black suit from two days ago, with his eyes lost into the scenery that surrounded him, and with his hands inside his pocket. George parked his car and tried to approach him, but after feeling as if Alfred hadn't even felt him arrived, George walked out of his car and stood behind Alfred... then George while also placing his hands on his pockets, and with an expression that only those who look back on the days have, said,

"Such were the days when once the memories of our days were as green as the leaves these trees that surrounds us were, and now look, those leaves that once were green are scattered on the ground we stand. Their green faded..."

To which Alfred, unperturbed from his thoughts and not showing any sign of surprised that George was there, replied while still facing his back towards George,

"those memories of our days that once were as green as the leaves on these trees, have been falling in front of my eyes with the passing of the days, now my friend, I'm afraid that those very same memories, await the process of decomposition, just as these leaves."

Silence echoed through the ripples of the river Alfred with a dazed gaze stared at, and then George, clutching his hands tighter inside his pockets, and semi arching his back forward, to the point that wrinkles formed on his white suit, replied with a subtle tone:

"Alfred, these leaves that from these trees have fallen, have fallen. And now, we, with our feet, stand over them. But if you were to kneel down, and with your hand reach them, you could feel their texture. You could touch them. However, it's true. These very same leaves, will decompose, but it will be a very long lasting process. You, my friend, won't even realize when these leaves completely fade. You'll be busy admiring the newer leaves that will be born in the trees as soon as Spring comes. So my friend, let's us go. That the car with an open door awaits for us."

Written by: Lucero L.

Prompt: Write a short story inspired by just looking at this picture

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