The Tree
Tim declared, “We are here,” and he flashed his light in the middle of the clearing. The damp leaves of the tree in question glistened before them. It was gentler, younger than the surrounding growth. Miles suppressed a yell as his stomach began to heat up, and after taking one look, he understood exactly what Tim had meant when he said, “You will see for yourself.” What he saw could only be explained by one thing.
The Tree
Who Planted It?
Miles croaked, “This tree is not indigenous to this place,” and Tim yelled, “Yes!” He moved closer, and pointed around the circular clearing, adding, “Someone planted it, and recently too.” When Miles recalled that his mother was a botanist with an unwavering passion for plants, he wanted to exclaim, “Someone cleared all of this.” But when a stranger emerged from the shadows, his words were ice on his tongue. He muttered, “Mom?”
Who Planted It?
