The Hex

The Hex. Where the village lane meets the main road there was an ugly olive tree that looked like two crippled old men trying helping each across the road, petrified by cars, I used to stop and talk to the tree old but still bore fruit; now it has been chopped down and will end up as winter wood. No. I’m not a tree hugger but it annoyed me that it was cut down as it was not in any ones way. An old woman came down the lane she had a long nose with a big hairy wart on and a sack of twigs slung on her crocked back. “Tell me dear woman, why was this tree executed? “Because it was ugly looked like two old men trying to help each other across the road”, she said and toothlessly laughed.