Our Treehouse! – 100 word challenge-Olivia
Flames had risen up last night; it was ruined. Burnt wood was everywhere, the sign we had made was shatered like thousands of frafments of glass. Our treehouse, destroyed. Lucy came running up to me, she boughed her head in silence. Gently, water trickled under my feet. Ash smells filled the air. I collected the broken sign and layed it down by the charred tree.
“What shall we do?” Lucy murrmed, I said nothing.
The next day Lucy was there again and this time the tree creaked over. Every night the glowing moon shone on the old, burned, lifeless tree.