Where I Belong

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Categories: Fiction
I rig up the pulley and Shea helps me get the boards into the tree. With her help, the work goes faster, but it takes two or three days of hoisting and hammering to build a platform for Shea just bel...ow mine. She decorates it with a mirror she found in somebody’s trash, a plastic tub with a tight lid, and a slightly crooked beach chair found by the side of the road. We take a few more milk crates from the convenience store so Shea can have her own place to keep stuff.
While we’re arranging Shea’s things, a familiar voice calls hello. I look down, and there he is, the Green Man himself, grinning up at us. “My word,” he says, “you’ve built an addition just for my lady!”
Shea and I scramble down from the tree, skinning our elbows and knees and sending the spiders scurrying.
“Is it okay—do you approve?” I ask, suddenly fearful he might object to more nails being driven into his tree.
“It’s lovely,” he says. “Lady Shea needs some space of her own.”
I want to hug him, but I hang back and watch Shea fling her arms around him and almost knock him down.
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