|I don't think it's going to make it.|
I feel like the unexpected rebirth of my pomegranate is some type of lifesize foreshadowing. What is the pomegranate telling me? Potted plants no longer hate me. Not to give up hope. I have to say the writer in me loves the way the pomegranate and its message of hope tie back to my struggles as a writer and specifically to the problems that Persey Campbell (the heroine of Losing Beauty and Losing Hope) encounters.
But is that too obvious? Maybe. It's entirely possible we never know what our own examples of foreshadowing are trying to tell us. What do you think?