The Brain Tree

Just imagine that money grows on trees, I finally said. Or have you lost your imagination? OK, I didn’t say that part, I was just a kid, unaware that my parents would actually begin losing their imaginations at some point.

I don’t know, maybe dad liked my spunk, because it was something he didn’t have, twelve years with no promotion and no raise and all. But he opened his thin canvas wallet, blue with gold trim, and handed me a twenty and he said, Yeah, I see the tree. It’s so tall I can’t even see the top of it.

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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Nick
Illustration by: Janie Woodbridge

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