The Tree House
Jolan Marchese
Danny and Avery gaped at the tree in silent wonder. The tips of the branches appeared to brush the clouds as they drifted through the sky while tiny rays of sunlight peeked through leaves fluttering in the breeze. The size, beauty, and the sheer mass of the trunk, all lost to them as they focused on the tree house that had been built by their father and grandpa years ago. Board by board, nail by nail, a place where dreams could come true was created.
Their father often told stories about his adventures as a pirate ship captain or a fugitive hiding from the law. But, the two boys hadn’t been allowed to climb up. Whenever they asked their mother, her skin would pale as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ears. She would come up with something else to do wit
