Leigh gasped, “I can’t believe it’s still here!” She ran toward the tree. Tim followed, confused. “This tree was planted by my grandpa when his dad bought the land in the early 1900’s. A few years ago, I got the news from one of my aunts that this tree was going to be cut down.” Leigh said, as though she’d read his mind.
“Maybe they changed of minds.” Tim shrugged.
Leigh laughed lightly, “Maybe.” She walked around the tree, touching each carving in the tree trunk. “There are so many stories to tell. I’m glad they didn’t cut it down.”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.