Moving on

EVELYN stood by the bedroom window and sighed.

It was a beautiful day outside. The weeping cherry tree on the front lawn was covered in pink blossoms and the gentle breeze made it sway gently, as if dancing to a secret tune.

David had loved that cherry tree. She remembered when they had gone to the garden centre looking for a specimen tree for their front lawn. Once David had seen the weeping cherry, nothing else would do.

She smiled as she recalled how difficult it was to bring it home. They’d had to hire a trailer and lay the tree down – it was too tall to stand up. She remembered frantically holding