Today, in the morning was her funeral. I don’t remember much of it. I was kind of out of it. I wasn’t thinking properly. I couldn’t see really either. I don’t know why. I was just really really sad. I’d never been this sad before.
After the funeral, I went back home and walked over to the tree. The old oak tree. I believe that Scarlett will come back. Her soul will return and at some point, she’ll come back to this old oak tree. Whether it’s as a bird, a bee or a human, I know she’ll come back.
So that little red robin with the tiny white feather that was just here, I’ve decided is Scarlett.
I was given few things after the funeral. Two were cards or letters and one was a little box. I open the box. Inside is a white iPhone. It has a pink case with rhinestones on it. This is Scarlett’s phone. I click it on and see that it says she has one new message notification. It’s from me. I feel the tears well up in my eyes as I slide to read the message. One tear slips. The message says:
Meet me by the old oak tree.
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Meet Me By the Old Oak Tree
Short StoryThe little red robin with the tiny white feather perches herself on the highest branch of the tree. It’s a large oak tree that she sits on. It has branches of every shade of brown; even that reddish brown colour she loved. It’s the tallest, grandest...
