“You don’t need to do all this, truly…”
But he only grunted as sweat dribbled down his forehead, & he continued his work drilling into the blue raspberry blossom, refining its boughs to perfection.
O, ¡he’d show her mother who had the spookiest ghost trees!
* * *
“¡You’re still working? She called: she said she’s not coming.”
He looked up & noticed with a start that the sun was just drowning @ the bottom tip o’ the far-off firs, leaving mostly silver blue ‘hind it. He just realized he was shivering–probably had been for several minutes.
E’en long after they’d gone, the blue raspberry blossom tree remains.