They chopped and slivered every magnificent tree that their eyes fell upon. The insects danced and feasted around the shavings.
´What a fall´, they lamented.
Far away from the tree, the tree spirits reincarnated in a new city. Rising skyscrapers, homes, schools, hospitals and somebody´s paraphernalia.
Death is a hoax.
(Word Count: 51)
Inspired by one of Rumi´s sayings – “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
For this week´s Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The fun challenge is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt. This week´s photo prompt is provided by Rochelle Wisoff. Anyone can participate!