A number of old Elm trees line Winnipeg’s streets and one of these trees has an interesting tale. Deemed a traffic hazard this tree which grew in the centre of Wolsely Avenue was to be removed. When city workers attempted to remove it they were met by women of the area forming a protective chain around it. Thanks to their efforts the mayor decided the tree would remain. A year later however residents were awoken by a loud bang. Leaving their homes they found this 100 year old Elm split in two. Dynamite was suspected. I wonder who done it.
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Showing posts with label very short story. Show all posts
Very Short Story
She planted a seed and waited, the air was still cool the earth cold to the touch.
She watched for a time yet nothing grew.
She came back each day running down the garden path.
First the days were rainy and as she ran her boots splashed and rain danced down her slicker.
Then the rainy days stopped the sun warmed the earth and she carried water to the seeds.
Day after day, time after time the girl returned.
And the seeds grew.
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