What the Old Oak Knew


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

It was an idyllic location, in a remote valley surrounded by Vermont’s Green Mountains.  The village was the type of place that tourists love to photograph, recalling “yesteryear’s New England”.

There was only one road in, and it was washed out by Irene in 2011.  The town asked for the bridge to not be repaired.

I walked down the empty street and stopped at a large structure surrounded by picnic tables.

I heard that all meals where communal events.

What happened during that last meal on the day the Preacher said the world would end?

Only the old oak knew.

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Word count = 100

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29 thoughts on “What the Old Oak Knew

  1. pennygadd51

    You’ve written a well-paced and interesting story. I like it as a response to the prompt, especially as it makes sense of all those picnic tables.
    In case you’re interested, there’s a fascinating novel about a cult where the members commit suicide, entitled “The strange case of the Composer and his Judge” by Patricia Duncker. I found it so gripping that when I read the last page I turned back to he beginning and read it again.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. Yes, it is a very interesting looking tree. No sense killing something that’s been standing for hundreds of years, even if you think the world is ending.


  2. James

    Decades ago, I was at a ceremony or protest if you will near the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. We were trying to encourage the city to build a barrier to prevent people from jumping off and drowning in the Bay.

    I recall Jim Jones was there and gave some sort of speech. I don’t remember what he said, but I do remember Jonestown, Guyana.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      It must be creepy to think about actually seeing a person who would do such things, and force others to do such things. I was just a little kid when the whole Jonestown thing happened, but I remember it well. But I guess that was obvious, given the subject of this story.

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