This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt is from Lura Helms. It’s always fun to read the different imaginings that emanate from one photo. Here’s my 100 word offering.
In the woods on the outskirts of town is the Tree of Life. Not to be confused with the original this one earned its name from a century of discarded oddities which have grown into its branches.
Jason and I carved our names into the bark the day before he left for Viet Nam. We’d marry when he returned.
When the final letter came my heart cratered to my stomach.
He’d met Trinh-Lee, his true love.
Today you can still read the crude print that says, “Jason loves Karen.”
Just below it, imbedded in the trunk, is my disengagement ring.