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Really? A Pear Tree!

How the hell do you write about a pear tree and why you should never buy a skinny unicorn for casual travel.

By Daniel MillingtonPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 4 min read
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A pear tree, A PEAR TREE!!! How the hell do I write about a pear tree?.

Darius mulls this question over as he rides his unicorn back home from work. He knew he should not have bought a skinny one as the bones are digging in and making every step so uncomfortable. So much for a graceful creature he muses. If I win this competition then I am buying a new one, a full breed Pegasus stallion that is trained to use a saddle.

His friends did warn him. The skinny ones are for athletic people who like to travel fast between meetings but Darius was not a man to let other people tell him what is in his best interests. Maybe if I take it in for a servicing and an early feed then it will chunk out some more?

Only a few streets away is Bruce. There are very few people in the world like Bruce and thankfully that is a good thing. Outside his one-bedroom flat, the fire hydrant has burst and Bruce saw an opportunity. Not one to waste money, he grabs his homemade shower gel and heads outside with a cheerful skip alleviated by the thought of saving some cash.

There is a lady at his work called Louise who he is completely infatuated with. He had heard her say to some of his colleagues that she loved the smell of the forest so Bruce being the genius that he is, went through the woods and carved away wood and moss from as many different types of trees as possible. Each week he has mixed different scents of the forest into the none scented shower gel. Little did he know that a human constantly smelling of mud and earth is not the most appealing scent going but he was still proud of his concoctions. A woodland smell and exfoliation at the same time, how clever of him. Although, there was that one time he came up in a large rash but that was ok as she certainly noticed him then.

Just as he reaches the fire hydrant he sees the lady of his heart's desire and as his mind goes completely blank he forgets the water all around him, slips sending his tub of shower gel rolling down the street.

Cheers of joy erupted at the newfound freedom of the microbes that had once lived peacefully within the moss of the forest. Their new god who had collected them for a life of exciting adventure had turned out to be a villainous demon who covered them in goo and smeared them across his foul body. Time after time they had watched in horror as their friends and relatives had been squashed against this giant's hairy chest only for the mercy of the ethereal cleansing water to wash them away into the dark hole of oblivion.

Pleasantly rolling to their fresh start of life, they watched in wonder and then rising fear as their temporary home came to rest a short distance from a magnificent white creature charging towards them with a horn blazing bright like the fire of the mid-day sun.

Staring at his holo device and catching up on the daily news of the world, Darius felt a weird feeling in his stomach before realising he was soaring through the air after his unicorn had performed an emergency stop and bucked him straight off. Crashing at the base of a tree just off the side of the road, he sits up in a huff and begins to release a tirade of curse words into the wind. Fists balled he bangs against the tree in anger only for a pear to drop right onto his head. Swiping it off the floor, all anger gone from his body he scrunches his face as something magical is forming in his mind. He can almost taste it, the pear fell down and hit him on the head, but why? He is sure he is onto some form of life-changing revelation that would make the greatest story of all. Looking up at his unicorn he notices it eating something out of a tub and the inspiration flows out quicker than when it came in.

What Darius didn’t realise is that unicorns are allergic to moss. Scientists say the compounds of moss react with the dust in their horns. It was on the manual but obviously, Darius did not read that.

The unicorn started to swell. Pink blotches form across its body before it explodes with all colours of the rainbow sending its horn hurtling down the street.

Bruce sees the commotion and stares in shock as the horn propels itself towards Louise. Time slows down as he experiences the first moment of clarity he has ever had in his life. With a surge of extraordinary speed, he lunges for Louise and pulls her out of the way just in time before the horn pierces into a bus stop behind her.

Realising what he has done, Louise looks deep into his eyes. This is the moment he has been waiting for. His heart beats rapidly in his chest as he watches a smile spread across her face. She grabs him and pulls him tight against her as she hugs him, her arms wrapped around him. Wait, her arms are around me.

Bruce faints.

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About the Creator

Daniel Millington

A professional procrastinator that likes to weave short stories ranging from thought-provoking fiction to imaginative fantasy. Delve into worlds that twist your soul and bring magical creations to life.

I also like cake.

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