The tree beckoned her visitation...
Amy had just about had it. She was sick of her dad's drinking; of her parents' constant fighting. All she wanted was peace and quiet, something that was not easily found at home these days.
Grabbing her journal and hoodie, Amy closed the front door quietly behind her as she stepped outside. They probably wouldn't notice her leaving, but she didn't want their anger focusing on her today. Sometimes, Amy felt as if her parents staged their arguments --- as if they were performing in a horrible play that she was obligated to watch.
Crossing the street and walking through the tall grassy field, Amy headed toward her solace and favorite place ever. Her meditating tree. Climbing the 100-year-old oak, she sat on a huge limb, resting her back against its rough trunk.
Taking out her journal and pen, Amy begins to write her story. (150)
Disclaimer ... if that green thing is a snake, I think that I missed the point. Amy isn't about to sit down as a snake crawls up the tree!
I am participating in Lisa's Book Blurb Friday, from over at Writing in the Buff. It is fun, and you can play too! Pretend that the picture above (this one was taken by Lisa's son, Joey) is the cover of a book. On the inside jacket, you have 150 words to entice the reader to buy your book. Lisa gives us a week to think about next week's entry (she's gracious like that). Please CLICK HERE to read what everybody else wrote!
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