The Family’s Tree

As I leaned towards the ground before my final fall, her anxious face peeped through the glass. I knew I would miss her smile.

The kids were there too – noses pressed against the patio glass, anxious to see their tall friend being killed slowly. “Mumma, look they are pulling our tree!”

Yes, I was ‘their’ tree. Their only friend, after the family had migrated to this new land. Since the first day, they warmed up to me as I stood guard in front of their apartment. 

I entertained the kids by hosting squirrels, birds and insects on my barks. When spring came, I bore berries and flowers, cheering mom and dad. I adored them all.

Every morning, I waited for the lady to draw curtains. She would give me the sweetest smile before starting daily chores.

Today, she was not smiling rather frantically calling up someone in an attempt to save me – her dying companion! But it was too late now…

( Written in memory of a lovely tree that stood in front of our house when we moved to the US in 2013. It had to be cut last year due to maintenance reasons but we had spent some deeply touching moments with it. It had a beautiful soul.)

This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Please CLICK HERE for more.

33 thoughts on “The Family’s Tree

  1. So sorry you lost your tree. I can relate….we had one right by our front porch that was weakened by a storm and it would sway with the wind and we could see it moving at the base of the tree. There was no choice but to have it cut down. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Your post is a wonderful tribute to your tree and great response to the prompt.

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  2. Some trees can become as dear to us as friends. It’s sad to see them go. We had a hazel tree that had to be taken down a few years ago, and the loss of it still bothers me. It was always my favourite subject for photos (it silhouetted perfectly at sunset) and there was also a squirrel who would run back and forth along the fence collecting nuts. We haven’t seen him since the tree went.
    A beautifully moving story, Shivangi. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for the prompt!


    1. Thank you Louise for sharing about your Hazel tree. I am sorry it had to go. Mine was like a solid friend when there were so many changes going on in my life. Glad you liked the prompt and my story. Thank you for the kind comment๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€


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