Breaking the Contract


He watched from the shadows as they came with their machines and their axes and their ropes, cutting and grabbing and pulling. The tree groaned and shrieked, but they kept on, tearing at it until it toppled in a storm of green needles. They cheered, their voices carrying through the still air to the silent place where he waited, folded like origami in the dark.

They had broken the deal, these little humans, the deal sealed long ago with an acorn and old bones. The living contract was being hauled across cement, dragged away to be unceremoniously hacked apart, all just to build another parking lot, another cold temple to commercialism.

He tapped knife-sharp nails together as he unfolded from his hiding place, slipping from shadow to shadow, unseen by living eye.

They had broken the contract and now he was free to do as he pleased.

Word Count: 147

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Shivangi Singh for providing the prompt photo!

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  1. Sounds frightening as if they have released some terrible demon. Contracts I think should always be in writing, maybe it was on the tree, or parchment long ago?

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      1. Yeah I forsure got that. I guess it’s just baffling to think a tree could be a contract and such an important one. Someone had to have records of this? You’re welcome šŸ™‚

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  2. we have a folklore about a spirit that is trapped in a tree – with a nail. and if the nail is pulled free the spirit is free to find a new host – this reminded me of that story – good story telling here!

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