This is an entry for the July Month-o-Minis contest at Brigit’s Flame.
Word count: 145
Constructive criticism is welcomed!
I put the car in park and walk up to my childhood home that’s now for sale. The tree in the front calls to me. I stare up at the knothole that I used to think was the gateway to Narnia. It reminds me of To Kill a Mockingbird and summertime and the tree house I wanted to build but never did. As a sapling, this tree walked all over the yard while my mother tried to find the perfect place to plant it.
I remember the sweet neighbor who gave me this tree, too, and how she was more than a neighbor; she was family. She was also the first person I lost to death. As my fingers brush against the familiar feel of oak, I can almost see her face and hear her laughter again.
If only I could uproot the tree and take her with me.
Well done. I love the sense of memoir in this😀 Welcome to the Flame!
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment, Kathy. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Hey, Kristina! Congrats for doing so well in the polls😀 Can’t wait to read what you’ve got for Week Two!
Great stuff – you created a complete character in such a short space.
Thank you for reading and commenting! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Lovely portrait of memories centered around the tree. I wish I could have taken my favorite yard tree with me, alas, it got some kind of rot and had to be cut down. Such is life. This is a really enjoyable story
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. It’s a shame you couldn’t take your favorite tree. We are still living in my childhood home, so we still have that tree, but I dread the day we leave it behind.
It’s great that you are still living with your tree. But I think that no matter where you go at least a little piece will always be with you
Well done. It’s going to be hard to choose a winner this week.
Very relatable and it feels complete despite how short it had to be. That’s not easy to do in 150 words or less.
Thank you! There are a lot of good entries.
Beautiful anecdote Kristina
I love the picture and the feeling your words convey.
Nostalgia.
Anand
Thank you.