The Plum Tree

by Ellen Marie Wiseman

Bloom where you’re planted, Oma always said. But Christine’s roots were restless, wondering what it would be like in more fertile soil.

If there was one thing she needed to learn, it was to live in the moment.

War makes perpetrators of some, criminals of others, and victims of everyone.

Since Christine’s return, the world was alive with color, and even chickens were beautiful.