The children from the house on the hill were his most frequent visitors.
He missed their noisy games. When they grew up, they spent afternoons nestled in his branches with their adventure novels. They had hosted countless picnics in his shade.
Sadly, it hadn’t lasted. They moved away a few years after the grandmother died. The house was rumored to be haunted.
The only people who visited him now were lovers with no place to call their own.
He winced as he felt the blade cut into him again.
It was yet another heart and initials being carved into him.
thecontradictoryoptimist
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Oy…
I love oak tress!
🙂
I think trees make the best places to read a book
You mean in a tree or under a tree?
I agree!
depends on how hard it is to climb the tree..
Simple statements but so full of depth, you should try out Five Sentence Fiction 🙂
That’s an interesting idea.. I think I will try it sometime..
Pretty nice.
🙂 Thank u