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A Real, Honest to Goodness, Tree

18th May, Story #140/366

By L.C. SchäferPublished about a month ago 3 min read

It was grey for a long time. All my life. All da's life.

And then, out of the blue, or grey, or whatever, came green. Like in the old stories. We oohed and ahhed over it. Took the kids along of it. And Gramma, too. Wheeled her down there, watched her old face crack and brighten.

"Look!" she said, twinkling like Christmas, "Just like when I was a girl!"

We shucked shoes and socks, squirmed our toes through those green strands. Cool like a fresh pond, sweet like a honeymoon. Like we dangled our tootsies in a shark pool, grinning.

Then, after a little time, the Green sprouted summat. We oohed and ahhed some more.

"'Member your great grammar talkin' bout trees?" we said to the littlins. "Well, there y'are. Them's a Tree. A real, honest to goodness tree!"

Only a sapling, o'course, but it didn't stay that way for long.

Sappy fools that we were, we cared for it. Watered it, like the old books said. Wondered what kind of tree it was. Birch? Oak? Apple? We were excited. We hoped.

Thing is, we knew how big them old trees grew, coz of stories and that, y'know. But we dint know how fast it's s'posed to happen. That tree, it got real big, real fast. Thick roots bubbling through concrete like it were soft dirt.

That Green, it were spreading. Roots snaking through the ground and eating away at foundations.

Maybe after all those years of grey, the earth decided to fight back proper. Hard. Dirty.

People started going missing. Anyone got too close to the Green, they weren't seen again. Whole families got took. Kiddies and all. Where? We dint know.

The grey is shrinking now. We peak out of our burrows of metal and glass, and the little furry creatures tweak their noses at us. They know, as long as they stay near the Tree, they're safe from us. Us, who used to trap them and shoot them and poison them, and set our grey-born dogs on them.

Another sapling shooting up, just as quick as the first, and all we can do is watch. Helpless. Feel our world squeeze, and tables turn.

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Word count: (excluding author's note): 366


Submitted on: 18th May at 23.56


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The story behind the story: We always assume, I think, that in the battle between Man and Nature, Nature must be "good", and Man... not. What if we were the good guys, guys? Sort of?

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Comments (12)

  • Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.about a month ago

    Sometimes I wonder if this is happening more than we realize in some way... Maybe not quite this extreme, but there does seem to be some strange stuff happening with nature as of late.

  • Cathy holmesabout a month ago

    Nature fighting back. Love it!

  • Muraliabout a month ago

    Beautifully written!!

  • Katarzyna Popielabout a month ago

    I feel for the people but it looks like blooming high time for the tables to be turned. Rooting for the green ones!

  • Andrei Z.about a month ago

    A distreesful story you told!😶

  • Cyrusabout a month ago

    Don't mess with nature!

  • Hannah Mooreabout a month ago

    I love the way this turns. It's like a kind of horror in goodness.

  • John Coxabout a month ago

    Gaia's revenge. It's coming. Loved your story, LC. Earth 1, people 0. If only....

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    Nahhhh, I still don't see us as the good guys. Loved your story!

  • Gerard DiLeoabout a month ago

    This was really a magical morality play in 366 words. Very memorable. The 2nd half was treacherous, the 1st half poetry.

  • Sweet turns to eerie. A touch of the supernatural touche. Great story.

  • Mark Gagnonabout a month ago

    Mother Nature really can be a bitch. I liked the buildup, L.C.

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