Of Tree Life

The trees whispered to each other, the words seemed to form in the breeze around their leaves. They could see the prey – the hunters and they craved their blood and bloods to build up their hungry stumps. The forest would show these people what it meant to maim the woods, a low range creaking mumbled its way through the air and the tendrils broke the cloying surface of the land. The soil fell away and the vine began its exploration – the men settled down to make camp in the clearing that was oh so perfect for their needs.

Posted: Wednesday, March 23rd, 2022 @ 11:43 am
Categories: Micro Fiction.
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