The Pear Tree
One
Evan Cromwell put on a red tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, poured a cup of coffee and headed towards the front door to relax on the porch before work. On his way outside, the cat ran through his feet and the screen door slipped, knocking his coffee out of his hand. “Shit,” he exclaimed, looking at the broken mess staining the welcome mat. “That was my favorite cup.” He turned around to look for the cat when something dropped all the way from the top of a hemlock tree and hit the ground about two feet away from the porch with a heavy “thud.” Their differences forgotten, Evan and his cat leaned their heads forward together curiously. All the way down in the dirt, Evan discovered a large, ripe pear. He looked up at the top of the empty tree.
