The apple tree’s trunk split into two like outstretched open arms. A step onto a stump and an arm around one of the splits ensured an easy climb. Dean and I sat on that great branch many summer days when the foliage concealed us from prying eyes below. We imagined we were starship captains, attacking the green-eyed monster. And so many other games.

I stop by the old house to see the tree. Only the stump remains.

Autumn arriving
looking for apples
somewhere else

more by FRANK J. TASSONE

Photograph by Oisin Conolly