The Orchard of Unspoken Names

A farmer tended an orchard where fruits grew when people whispered names they never dared say aloud—lost loves, estranged friends, unborn children.

Each name caused a blossom to appear, fragile and luminous.

One evening, a woman whispered a name too painful to admit even to herself. A single tree burst into radiant bloom.

She wept under its branches for hours, then left with a single glowing fruit.

The next day, she finally spoke that name to someone who needed to hear it.