The town hall meeting had turned ugly.

Councillor Lewisham tried vainly to placate the natives. ‘If you could let me explain. There’s prohibitive cost involved as well as environmental regulations.’

‘Rubbish!’

‘The trees are a danger. One more storm and they’ll fall right on my house.’

‘Typical politician, all talk. Regulation this, regulation that.’

‘Why do we vote for idiots like you!’

Lewisham slumped in his chair.

The scream of a chainsaw silenced everyone. All heads turned to the door.

There stood Agnes Smith, wielding the saw, plastic visor over her face, covered in sawdust.

‘Problem solved,’ she said.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

Further adventures of Agnes and her husband Archie can be found here: THE AGNES AND ARCHIE STORIES