Crouching on the ground; watching him plant “our” tree.
Sitting in its shade; telling him about the mean girls at school.
Smelling the blossom; showing him a diamond solitaire.
Picking the apples; announcing that he’ll be a great-grandfather.
Watching the autumn leaves slowly fall to the ground; whispering “Goodbye. I’ll always miss you.”
This post is part of the 100 Word (only 50 word this week!) Challenge for Grown-Ups at Julia’s Place.
When you’ve done your 50 words this week, why not have a go at the 140 character Halloween story competition at Birmingham Ghost Walks? So far Ventahl is winning – are you really just going to stand back and let him?