Me and my dog walk down the hill through the woods to the river most days, usually to bring the cows back up to the barn. In the springtime we pick leeks that grow under the black walnut trees. Rascal rolls in them and Mama gets mad because he stinks. In the fall we collect the nuts. They’re bitter but add a good flavor to cookies. If we sit quiet under the willow in the summer we see beaver swimming and deer drinking. I wish the house had been built down by the river. It’d save lots of walking
In response to Charli Mills May 16, 2019, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes in search of trees. It can be one particular tree, a grove, woods, or forest. What makes the tree worth seeking? Go where the prompt leads!
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Sue Spitulnik 
05/20/2019 at 22:39
Oh, black walnuts – brings back such memories! I remember the long process of cracking and drying and toasting them before they were ready. Such a classy nut, underappreciated in the sight of storebought nuts.
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05/22/2019 at 23:52
Sue, your flash is rich with the textures of detail that draw me into the story. And yet, I chuckle at the innocence of the last line, a child not yet realizing why the river requires walking distance.
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05/23/2019 at 04:17
Thank you. The location is real, where I used to deer hunt with my father and I enjoyed leeks from in the past few years.
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