Trees don’t count in hours but in rings.
Colin had fifty-two rings and had watched the bench for twenty. Tears and flowers at the start but the old woman stopped coming. Lovers, amateur artists, lost souls and found hearts. So much movement, so much change. Trees don’t like change, not change that’s faster than a ring or two. Things need to settle.
The men ran fingers over Colin. ‘Shame,’ said one. ‘Why here?’
‘They met one that bench. She wants one here to remember.’
They cut Colin down. ‘Maybe they’ll make him into a bench, too.’
This week’s #carrotranch prompt is
January 23, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a park bench. Use this gif to choose a timeframe and write the story behind that particular scene. Use the time as your title. Go where the prompt leads!