The Dead Tree

"I guess there was a party in our front yard last night, and no one bothered to invite me," I said, scowling.

She shook her head. "Unfortunately, that tree has been a popular party spot for teenagers."

"It's a dead tree. What could anyone possibly find entertaining about getting drunk around a Goddamn tree?" I huffed. "Don't the kids in this town have anything better to do? Egg a house? Toilet paper someone's yard? Knock over tombstones? Smash mailboxes?"

She snorted. "Oh, they do that, too. But it's not nearly as thrilling as braving the Legend of The Dead Tree."

"The Legend of The Dead Tree? You're kidding right? I can hardly wait to hear the rest of this story," I said, peering at her through squinted eyes.
She nodded. "Would you like me to help you clean up?"

I waved her off. "No, I got it. What I would like for you to do is get me the name of a good tree service. Legend or no legend, that tree's an eyesore, and as much as I would hate to take away the local party spot, I have plans for the yard that don't include a dead tree or drunken teenagers."

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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at

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