The wind kissed the girls round flushed cheeks as she strolled into the firm thicket. In the palm of her hand, a green pudgy grub wriggled about as she advanced on to the destination. In the center, a clearing of grass with a bleeding sunlight bathed a hollow trunk in gold. In the hint of the oncoming summer, alphonse wriggled out a sign, “Good Bye”, the girls tired eyes found a small pocket in the trunk, lowering alphonse into the bed of dry leaves.
She left him for the final time.