this morning #1109.

this morning, when i pulled my truck up into her driveway, i could tell that something was off. i couldn’t say just what it was though. i cut the engine & took a moment, scanned the property trying to figure out just what was up. her car looked as run down as always. i knew i’d have to ask if she needs me to mow the lawn, tend to her garden. the usual. wait. what in blue blazes happened to the pear tree? my wedding gift to her & her ex? it was there just three months ago. now there’s just a hole in the lawn. WTF? she said she loved that tree. i guess not enough to keep it alive. i hopped out in a huff & headed up toward the house, hoping she had a valid excuse. hoping things wouldn’t come to blows.