“Huh, we should be so lucky,” Ray whispered back.
“Charlie,” said Charlotte. “Why do you want this tree so bad? You know how stupid an idea it is to uproot a tree hundreds of years old and replant it? Seriously now, it would kill it.”
“A clipping would be just as nice,” responded Charlie.
“That won’t work either,” Charlotte rolled her eyes.
Charlie swung to turn and stopped himself, as a leaf hanging from the tree caught his attention. His right foot slid toward the tree, then his left foot followed. He continued with this slide step until he was close enough to grasp onto a leaf. His head tilted to the right as he studied the leaf.
“Should we stop him, Ray?” whispered Charlotte to her husband.
Ray massaged his chin with his thumb and forefinger, “I don’t know if it would do any good. He’s done been pulled right to it. I say let him go. Maybe he’ll come back, maybe he won’t,” Ray whispered back.
The golden leaf sparkled and twinkled in Charlie’s eyes. A yearning dug deep within his heart. He must….. His hand reached up, clasped on to the leaf, then his body from his hand to his feet shot into the leaf in one blink.
Charlotte walked over to the leaf that took Charlie and studied it. A smile played across her face.
“Well? Is he there?” asked Ray.
“Oh yeah. Face and everything.”
(To Be Continued)
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