She wished she’d known beforehand.
It seemed so lovely. Buried beneath a sapling, nurturing growth and providing a space where her family could gather and reminisce to the sound of birdsong.
She had led a happy life with no regrets.
Until now.
As they gathered beneath her branches, the lines on their faces a little deeper, their hair a little greyer, she ached to hold them.
They were discussing the death of her younger brother Eric, grown older than she ever managed. They planned to bury him next to her.
Her scream was the slightest whisper from her roots.
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