Leaves:
As he watched the blood red leaves fall from the tree into the stream he was reminded of the glistening rubies that spilled from his unsuspecting customers thoughts as he swiftly cut them open. The leaves made a steady path down the river; flowing with the current, they floated down and over a small waterfall. He kept pace with the floating leaves. Walking with swift, brisk but thoughtful steps he followed the winding path the river had cut through the woodland.
The leaves caught momentarily on a larger golden leaf stopping as the larger leaf curled around them, to him; it almost looked like it was protecting the red leaves... Until suddenly the larger leaf sank leaving the red leaves to continue their journey along the winding stream, alone.
As he continued the journey with the leaves along the stream he was hit with a strange feeling in his chest, he could not give it a name.
He still watched the leaves intently, almost all of them (save for a few) had flipped over revealing their dark, near black, undersides. They continued along the river, alone.
He watched,curious, as the dark leaves were joined by other, smaller, auburn coloured leaves and they made their way along the river; together.
His pace slowed as he came to the mouth of the river; he stopped as the path for walking had ended. The path for the dark and auburn leaves did not end however; they exited the stream together and floated peacefully out onto the lake together...
He knew what the feeling was: it was realisation. Realisation that these leaves told him the story of his past and his future:
He would not be alone...