The Black Walnut Tree

A short story about memories

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“One, two, three, four, five,” I can still hear my mom say in the kitchen while counting crackers and packing them into our lunch bags before we left for school. I stare at the poor family in northwest Oklahoma from the top branch of the black walnut tree. The tree used to be my favorite place in the world, and that, to my surprise, I can still climb.

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English Teacher, Meditation Enthusiast, Reiki Master, Writer, Lover of Inspiring Stories. Visit her blog at https://energyhealingandfriends.wordpress.com/