Ghosts can’t be said to sleep, but Bianca was trying to one cold December morning. It was really just existing in the tree that was her home without moving around or attempting to interact with anything. It was just meditating, to be honest.
Whatever you wanted to call it, that’s what Bianca was doing when her tree suddenly came down, landing with a crash on the snow-covered ground.
Bianca was jolted by the fall, then again when two people lifted her tree from the ground and began to tie down the branches.
“What is this, now?” she snapped, but of course the living people couldn’t hear her. The merrily sang as they worked, finally tying her tree to the roof of their car. Then, much to her horror, they drove away!
Bianca, who had been attached to this tree since crossing over, tried desperately to pull away. She didn’t know where the car was headed to, but she knew she preferred her quiet woods to it.
The car drove into the city, with screaming cars and bellowing people. Bianca tried to shut her hands over her ears to block out the cacophony. But as her hands and ears weren’t physical, it did no good.
Bianca looked around, needing something else to attach herself to. She needed something to touch her tree so that she could make the jump. But the only thing that was touching it was the car, and that would hardly be better.
The car pulled into a parking garage, and the living ones got out. They lifted Bianca’s tree off of the roof and carried her up several flights of stairs.
There was a flurry of activity when they went into an apartment. Children, moving too quickly for Bianca to really count, were crowding around to help set her tree up on a stand, and start taking the ropes off of her branches.
What was Bianca going to do? These people, they were going to use her tree for Christmas, then dump it in the garbage! Her tree would be burned and she’d spend the rest of her eternity in the ash at the bottom of a dump’s incinerator!
Then the living started pulling things out of a box and hanging them on her branches. Lights first, then long paper chains.
Then, they started putting on the ornaments.
Bianca saw one of the children, with a mop of curls that looked like it might have some peanut butter stuck in it, take an ornament out of the box. It was a metal disc with an angel on it. The tiny child gave the ornament a little kiss, and then hung it on the tree.
Before she could change her mind, Bianca jumped from the tree to the ornament. She felt herself warmed by the love from the child to the object, that held a woman’s name who had only recently passed from their side to Bianca’s.
It was better than ash, Bianca thought, and maybe even a good place to spend the rest of eternity.
Copyright © 2017 by Nicole C. Luttrell
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