Storms blow through and trees come down. I live next to a small forest and some of the trees there bend mightily when the winds whip through. I’ve listened in the night through the storm for the sound of a crack and wait, not for lightning, but the crash….
Word Count: 101
Like a Good Neighbor
It happened in a flash – lightning, crack, crash. Brittle with age, the oak tree snapped at the base, smashing the parked car.
No magic genie appeared to write the insurance claim, no one showed up to claim the car at all. A crew came to clean up the mess, towing the car away.
It took another few days before the neighbors noticed the smell. The coroner figured she died the night of the storm, a heart attack.
“Wish I’d taken the time to get to know her – seemed like a nice woman.” Lost in a flash, another good neighbor gone forever.
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© Erin Leary