Gemotions

The first thing I noticed was the absolute silence. No rustling leaves, no birdsong. I walked towards the edge of the meadow, already knowing what I'd find. They’d cut it down. That magnificent old oak, the one I'd planted with my father, reduced to a flat, raw disc.

My lips curved into a tiny smile. It was just as I’d anticipated. I'd told them it would interfere with the view. I was the only one who had the foresight to see that.

I lifted my chin. I'd have to make some calls. The new project needed to be underway. I knew the best landscaping company, of course.