The Great Tree unfurled its branches and looked down at the boy.
"What do you need," it asked.
"Tell me a story."
The Great Tree didn't know many stories. It knew the passage of seasons, the feel of roots in warm earth, the whispers of lovers in the shade, and the tickle of their knives in bark. But it did its best, telling a story of brave children exploring distant forests, until the child fell asleep beneath its bower. He cradled the child and protected him. It pitied the small, quick creature, for he was the last of his kind.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.