Falling
by Kaden Hurley
As she sits all alone in the confines of the highest room of the house, she watches brown, curled leaves spiral past the single window. She imagines the wind, gaining velocity, pushing and pulling the leaves who desperately cling to the thin branch. All of a sudden, a leaf who can hold on no longer breaks off from the branch. She watches as the lonesome leaf careens to and fro in the currents of the wind, knocking other leaves from their solid grasp to tumble alongside it. The leaf that fell first snags on a branch not far from the bottom of the small tree. She watches as the other leaves that had been pulled down with it land on the ground. One is angled half on-half off the root of the tree. Another rests gently on a rose bush. The last one lands on the frame of her window. Her eyes move from leaf to leaf, then back to the tree again. She wonders which one will plunge next.