“These trees are old, really old, Aunt Celia!” Buddy whispered to the elderly lady holding his sweet hand. “They’s older than you, even!” He skipped to a hidden tune.
“Yes, little boy, I know they are old,” she mused, smiled down at the intense face. “They were old when I was your age.”
His surprised face turned to laughter as he pictured this old woman skipping. “Then you know all about the ‘sterious dis’pear’nce of Miss Cassandra!”
“Yes, my dear Buddy, but you tell me all about it, will you?”
Buddy flew into the story of the missing Cassandra, a story handed down to each generation. Celia hid her chuckles as Buddy threw pirates and ghosts into the simple recounting of a young lady on the eve of her wedding and her “’sterious dis’pear’nce”. “You reckon Miss Cassandra’ll ever be found?”
When Buddy finished the grand story, both were exhausted. “Come, little man, let’s rest here a while,” Aunt Celia indicated a bough leaning to the ground. She perched on the lowest bend, just as Buddy’s dog came bounding by.
His question unanswered, Buddy took off after his pet.
Great-Great-Aunt Celia gazed at the ground beneath her feet, knowing that just a few feet below lay the body of Miss Cassandra. No pirates or ghosts here—just plain old jealousy. “It doesn’t pay to be mean to your big sister, missy,” Aunt Celia hissed. "Especially when SHE is ME!"
This was a photo prompt provided by Delores back when her site was "The feathered nest". First posted at June 5, 2012, bloggers seemed to enjoy it! This week will be busy, so it is being dredged up and re-posted. Hope you will enjoy it!