The Stump

They gathered around the stump, some eyes wet, some eyes hard.

“This tree,” said the eldest, “meant many different things to each of us. We all have reason to mourn it.”

There were some sniffles.

“Now,” said the eldest, “auction’s open! Who wants to bring this hunk o’ wood home?”


This story was based on the prompt “the stump” at TypeTrigger.

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