The Tree : Friday Fictioneers

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of it here.

Friday Fictioneers

Copyright -Randy Mazie

It was a long day for it. Standing for the entire day isn’t an easy task and it never gets more easier when you have to stand for your entire life.

He had been watching all the people walking by , staring at something behind him. They would come with a mischievous smile, see something behind him and walk off. Of course some paused to admire the flower touching him. He had watched it transform from small buds to beautiful pink flowers. He enjoyed their smell too.

It was several days later he decided to see what was behind him.

Determination was a part him.

Of course the strong wind helped him that day.

It was only for a fraction of second that he could turn without hurting his old neck.

What he saw or what he think he saw made him angry. Nothing in the world would justify for the insult.

No Treepassing”  hurt him for the rest of his days.

He never looked back.