Telling an entire story in just one hundred words…
It never seemed fair to Tammy. Why was it when autumn came that all the trees kept their green except the River Tree?
Sitting in her wheelchair, she wondered if he was sad when his glorious green mantle turned red and gold, then lifted away with the wind, leaving him standing gaunt on the riverbank.
He alone must die whilst those trees around him stayed green and strong.
Tammy watched the sunset, golden behind the River Tree. At least he would come alive again in the spring. Maybe she would still be too, so she could see him return.
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