Advice
Photo prompt -© Sandra Crook
“Don’t ever cross that bridge?”
“Why?” cub asked innocently.
“Men live over there; you can’t trust them; they don’t follow
the law.”
“How do they survive?”
“Survive? They are thriving; they have left us no space.”
“Surprising?”
“Yes, it is a puzzle we can’t solve.”
“Why there are so few trees over there?”
“I think they hate trees; you see that stump over there?”
“Yes.”
“It was once a huge tree; my father used to play under it, when
he was as young as you are today.”
“What happened to it?”
“They killed it one day; father wept that day.”
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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt
Word count 100
Would you like to read
my poems for kids? Here are a few:
A good reason to weep. We have a lot to answer for.
ReplyDeleteThanks Patrick
DeleteA good reason to weep. We have a lot to answer for.
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ReplyDeleteThis needs to stop, this merciless felling of trees!
ReplyDeleteThanks Indrani
DeleteThe tree outside my South London window agrees - we need trees!
ReplyDeleteThanks MJ
DeleteI'm not surprised that the father wept at the felling of the tree. Many mature deciduous trees support an intricate ecosystem, especially oaks: insects, birds, mammals, reptiles, fungi, moss, lichen etc. When such trees are felled, a home to countless dependents is destroyed.
ReplyDeleteA story well told.
Thanks Sarah
DeleteDear IB,
ReplyDeleteNice POV. I hope the cub listens.
Shalom,
Rochelle
thanks Rochelle
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