credit: Sandra Crook

It was a decoy.

The tree.   Because it commanded your attention.   A huge tree damaged by Mother Nature.

“Wow… Look at that tree!”  people would say as they passed by, not noticing the obvious.

The stone wall was a decoy, too.  It was old and obviously constructed by someone who knew stone walls.

Together, the tree and the wall were a beautiful focal point… a landmark in the small town.  Every one from miles around knew this tree and this wall…. it had been here longer than anyone still alive.

No one ever suspected the horrible things hidden there.

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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8 Responses to Surreptitious

  1. Liz Young says:

    Surreptitious is a word I always have to check twice! Good story.


  2. Moon says:

    Wow! I wonder what or who they are/ were.

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  3. If only the tree could speak! Excellent.

    Click to read my FriFic!

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  4. Buy someone knows where those bodies are buried 🙂

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  5. Iain Kelly says:

    A dark variation on they couldn’t see the wood for the trees… Nicely done.

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