Don’t forget, everyone, to please go to my last story, Emerald Grace, and take a look. It’s been a while since the last “big” non-fictioneers story, and there it is. There will be more on the way, now that some things have cleared up. But, until then, here’s the latest fictioneers piece:
If A Tree Falls
Somebody once said the old majestic tree in the park, the one with a skull in it, was not put there by accident.
It’s been said that the tree quickly grew up, enveloping a random goat that happened to try to gnaw on the sapling.
It’s been said that anyone who has harmed the tree, from the random piece of bark falling to a child climbing up it, has gone missing.
And here I am, a simple city worker, tasked with cutting down this tree because it’s supposedly rotting from the inside out.
Screw it, I’m gonna get a beer. They can fire me.