The Ginkgo Trees

“Leela always wanted a house surrounded by ginkgo trees. Their leaves are gold like sunshine, she’d say.” He smiled at the memory.   

“We were inseparable, and then, one day – gone. Fucking cancer.”

Heaving the sack across his backyard, he rolled it into the pit.  

It split as it landed.  Two terrified eyes stared up. Desperate whimpers escaped the gag as he knelt to touch the flaxen hair.

He looked over at the saplings growing a short distance away. “Only the best soil for Leela’s ginkgos,” he whispered.

Later, after the hole was filled, he pressed a single seed in.