3000 words General Fiction
The Plum Tree watches over a family as three babies are born, and grow into teenagers. Jane’s children are her life, the fruit of her existence. Yet all the family are individuals seeking to shape their own lives. Crops are produced at a cost and the fruit does not always fall close to the tree.
Through the rain gusting onto the glass she stared at the last leaves dropping soggily from the plum tree. Just harmless drops of water, but with a wind from the south pole driving them, each tiny raindrop amputated yet another leaf. Wayne had planted the tree the day Timothy was born. His mother thought it too impersonal a gift, but Jane had loved it, and laughed with the proud new grandma over a nappy bucket with lid that was his response to her reproaches. Men really had no idea, but he was so sweet!