Recycled

Synopsis: Is the will to survive so strong, we pass it on? Flash fiction.

Extract:

Gold and veined, a leaf helicoptered down upon the hushed pond. Ripples lapped in perfect circles toward the shores lined with tiny, time-worn pebbles. The stone would erode into dirt then bloom into life; the cycle of spirit and reality. I rocked in a sea of fading memories sinking beneath the waterline measuring this reincarnation. My back arched and I gasped. My eye froze, staring straight up. All I had been seeped into the sod beneath me.