“Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest”. Time and the environment had all but eaten away what was once their clubhouse. Only a few boards dangled from the crook in the old tree. But that wasn’t what he came for.
It had been thirty years since Joe had been home. News of Tom’s death brought him back to pay his respects and fulfill a promise. He found the spot and dug a shallow hole near the tree’s trunk. The box was still there, its contents intact. They had all made a pact as boys that when the time came, those left behind would send it with the first of them to go.
At the funeral parlor, before the casket was closed, Joe smiled as he placed the book on Tom’s chest… “A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”.
kat ~ 19 October 2015
This story is in response to Monday’s Finish The Story Prompt for October 19, 2015. Photo Credit: Barbara W. Beacham 2015. If you would like to participate or read other stories click HERE.