"Where's mama?" the boy asked the woodsman.
The woodsman stared at the child. The boy was already changing. More twigs had sprouted across his shoulders and his skin had become rough, like bark.
"Mama went away, little one. We'll visit her tomorrow."
The next day, the woodsman and his child took a trip into the woods to meet the boy's mother. They stopped in front of a strange oak tree.
"I don't understand, papa."
The change accelerated and what was once a boy was now a small oak tree.
The woodsman left the mother and child together in the woods.
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Weird FrictionShort Story
An ever-updating anthology of the little bits of writing of David A. Davis. This collection features original short fiction of just about anything that comes to the author's mind. Primarily focuses on scifi, slipstream, horror, and just all around w...