The tree served as a record of conquest. Below his name were the initials of those girls he had ‘succeeded’ with.
Across the park, his mate Ben used a similar tree to record his own ‘luck’ as he put it.
Each boy used their respective trees as a means to brag about their exploits. Of course what they considered an achievement varied from the girl to girl. Some liked the attention, most didn’t.
In their old age the carvings, though faded, remained, more to remind the boys of their foolishness as they lived the life of lonely tired old men.
Written for: https://bikurgurl.com/2019/02/20/100-word-wednesday-week-109/
Morpethroad 
Story with a lesson. Great
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome 😉
Not very PC of the boys!
Love the meaninful and profound content of this concise story. With just a few words you have expressed a lifetime. I like the theme of these men getting older and remembering the girls they were attracted to. Your piece connects very well with my friend Mario Savioni, who is posting chapters of his novel “Pickles and Tarts”, where so many similar issues to this poem appear: illusion-delusion, dream-reality, human relationships in the digital era with a man and a woman who are extremely different in age, similar to Lolita, only with no underaged girl, though young. Here is an excerpt from chapter 7: “Frank was hoping she was attracted. He prefaced with “As a writer” to offer her an alternative, however, which would save his face in case she simply selected him accidentally.”: https://savioni.wordpress.com/2019/02/20/pickles-and-tarts-chapter-7/
Hello Marta, thanks for your lovely comment and for sharing Mario’s writing with me. Have a good day.
You too, thank you Michael. I hope you like Mario’s writing as I do. He is a far better writer than myself, but gets less likes than my humble posts. That is not fair.
The last line takes the cake.