I had an after-school ritual. Through the oak trees I'd walk: bookbag in one hand, two peanut butter sandwiches flopping around in a paper bag in the other. Three hours a day, at least, I'd listen to the old widowed lady tell me stories of her life. One day, I walked through the trees as usual, having a story of my own to tell this time.
Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 644 - Published: 5/16/2013 - Complete