Savannah hated to see the old tree taken down, but the thunderstorm three nights ago had broken its trunk, and it was a danger to her home and family.
She’d lived in the same house across from the park since she was a little girl. She had fond memories of climbing in that tree. She remembered the summer when her Dad built her and her brothers a tree fort.
She was just starting to encourage her own three little ones to explore the adventure of the tree when the storm took it away.
The tree was also a symbol of everything else Savannah had lost. Her husband Jeremy walked out of the house and family. He said he couldn’t handle the responsibility anymore.
Savannah has been divorced for four months, and in those months, she became stronger than Jeremy would.
She and her babies had lost the man they thought was their tree.
The broken tree wasn’t gone, just transformed.
Savannah’s life had been transformed, too. She would always be her children’s strong, nurturing tree.
I wrote this as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story, in the range of 125-175 words with 150 being ideal. The story is based on the weekly photo prompt. For more information go to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
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The word count is exactly 175.