Monday, August 26, 2019

Green Grows the Grove





“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 who ran away on eve of her wedding with her fencing instructor, 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 Miss Cassandra in her wedding dress. Oh, well, Cassie. These things happen. You should never had trusted me.

Celia smiled. Life has been good. 



This is photo prompt from Delores in 2012. I think this is from Atlanta, GA.

16 comments:

  1. Did not see that coming and now I want to know the rest of the story.

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  2. That was macabre... (Always wanted a chance to use that word, lol!)

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  3. I loved the twist at the end, fascinating story. And for once, I think I recognised the trees, they look like those I saw when my friend took me to Savanna and the places where the Wesleys preached.

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  4. At least the missing bride fed those glorious trees.

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  5. Nice twist. I thought Celia would actually be Cassandra. Fooled me...

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  6. haha whoops, guess that story was known all too well.

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  7. Even some of the nicest seeming people can hide the most wicked hearts.

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  8. Oh my gosh! Here I was, thinking that SHE was Miss Cassandra, and then BOOM! Great ending!

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  9. Those mossy old oaks are gorgeous. I was thinking like Val.

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  10. Oh dear.... just a few feet below.....

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  11. Oooh. That's a stinger I didn't expect.

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