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October 23, 2006

David: The Old Oak

“So, a yellow ribbon means she wants you back?” asked the bus driver.

The ex-con nodded. “This route passes by the park where we met. That tree means a lot to us.”

“And if there’s no ribbon?” asked a lady in the first row.

“I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me.” He closed his eyes as the bus turned a corner. “Here it comes. I can’t look. Is it there?”

No one spoke. He peeked.

“Where’s the tree?” he exclaimed. “It was right there!”

“Oh, that tree. Someone set it on fire last week.”

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Comments

HAHAHA
This story deserves a sequal. Should I suggest burnt trees as a theme?

Posted by: Kasac at October 23, 2006 3:15 PM · Permalink

This one I like.

Maybe I should make Kasac happy and make my next theme burning trees.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 23, 2006 4:38 PM · Permalink