A Tree
“Dadu, can I have that tree?”
The old man laughed, “It’s a….it can’t be a tree!”
“Then why are so many kingfishers sitting on it? It must be a
tree. And there are some parrots also. I want that tree, please.”
“Let me smell it,” the old man pressed his large, plump nose
on the glass.
“I think you are right.”
The kid smiled, “Should we go in?”
“Of course. If you want a tree, you will have a tree.”
The kid held grandfather’s calloused hand in his tiny left hand
and said softly, “Be careful, one of the steps is broken.”
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Word count 101
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture post.
I.B., a thoroughly captivating conversation between grandparent and grandchild. They are blessed to have each other.
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteI loved the child's perception that it was a tree
ReplyDeleteKids can be so imaginative, thanks for stopping by
DeleteA tree cake. Why not!
ReplyDeleteI'm dropping by to wave hello. 🙋♂️
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