100 Word Story No.4 (exactly 100 words)
Once I let my daughter believe that when she was sleeping, I was out each night putting leaves on the trees outside her window.
For some years it became a game. She would look out then told me I had left one branch too bare, or too many on one, or too few on the other; often reminding me of my obligation before she slept.
Once I let my daughter believe that when she was sleeping, I was out each night putting leaves on the trees outside her window.
For some years it became a game. She would look out then told me I had left one branch too bare, or too many on one, or too few on the other; often reminding me of my obligation before she slept.
She, gradually growing up, and I, growing old.
I
guess it's not so bad I died in Autumn. My absence is less noticed.
She is always happy that the fallen leaves will be put back.
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