(Author’s note: So, if you’re on Facebook, you probably found out this past week. But for those who are not, I’ve made the decision (with some help from the Lord, and a bunch of preschool children) to go back home to the USA for a time. I am not sure how long it’ll be, but it should be enough. And I’m in a good place to go and do things. I’ll keep everyone abreast, but it is likely I will be landing on American soil around March 1st.
Time for some fictioneers!)
Glad It Was You
by Miles H. Rost
The tree bled from the hole the fireworks made.
That’s what Marty remembered, as it happened 5 years past. And here he was, again, looking up. He turned as he heard footsteps.
“So after all this time, you’re back here again,” Katrina said. A redhead, she didn’t look any older than before.
“Not much further from where I began, eh?”
She looked up at the tree.
“We set off fireworks. One of them landed there, on that hole.”
“That hole hadn’t closed up until last week, when you arrived.”
“Guess it needed both of us.”
“I’m glad,” she said, warmly.