A certain sequence of events must happen in every person’s life to make the inevitable and avoidable impossible.
Driew sing-song, rubbing his hands across to the swaying tree’s bark. His pencil floated above. New leaves whispered along with his song.
The bark gently rolled open, revealing the living wood beneath. The words in his heart and song carved themselves into the tree. Cursive memories of his Outback experience.
This is your story. His sing-song had purpose.