By: Ed Dzitko
They stood, the three of them, staring at the stump.
“It’s a shame we’re going to have such a lovely tree, and we’re leaving this where it used to be alive,” one of them said.
“A moment of silence,” said another. And they stood, longer and quiet, the sun casting a long shadow amid their legs.
I saw one brush a tear from her cheek. I watched longer, as they stood longer.
“Time to go girls,” their Dad yelled. I could hear the collective sigh.
“OK,” said the one who hadn’t spoken yet. And off they went, home to decorate.