Sitting in a Tree

“This tree is pretty amazing. You come here a lot?”

“More than I’d like,” she sighed.

“Hey, look at the bark here. It looks like a face, doesn’t it?”

“Sure, I guess. Won’t you be late for class?”

“Crap! You’re right.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “See you later.”

“Yes, yes, fine.”

He left, waving.

“Well, I never…” said the tree.

“Oh, come on, Mom!”

“Carrying on like a brazen hussy, right in front of me!”

“It wasn’t like that…”

“The seed has fallen far away, that’s all I know. Disgusting! When I was a dryad-“

“Aw, Mom…”