It’s just a tree. Nature at it’s most extraordinary. Why then does it look so menacing? Like an encircling web, or a tangled prison. Does it say more about my own character that I vilify it in this way? Is it symbolic of my own life? Am I trapped? Frustrated? Scared? My amble through the local woods has daily descended into to these dark musings. Time to return to burdensome reality. With a heavy step I turn my back on…
…bloody hell, who put that bloody great root there?
I pick myself up and brush off the dirt and leaves. The tree mocks me as I depart.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 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.
Also linking to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge for today: Vilify
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