The Wonder Tree

It was an unusual sight. Everything else in the Badlands was dead or nearly dead. But right there, in the middle of the cracked ground, the tree stood straight and strong. Its thick branches were covered in rich, green leaves. It seemed to be quite happily growing there, even though there was no water. Fátima and Ismael sheltered under the tree. It gave them just enough shade to keep out of the white-hot sun. ‘We can stay here until the others find us,’ said Ismael. ‘I am sure they’ll look for us. We are all meant to stick together when we’re away from the village.’ After a short while, Fátima saw a figure approaching them…