This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy for our photo prompt this week!
What had I become? It wasn’t that long ago that I stood proudly as the tallest tree in a forest. There was always somebody sitting beneath my branches to gain the shade from my many leaves as they ate their food.
Now?
Well, now, my leaves had deserted me as had all of the humans who revelled in my beauty. Now, they came instead to gather the trees lucky enough to keep their leaves. Instead, those evergreens would be watching the humans as they ate whilst sparkling with lights and decorations.
Me? I remained on the outside looking in.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring authors
AngieTrafford 
Hahaha! Such a cute story about Christmas trees! Love it! (Sad for the tree that wasn’t chosen, though).
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Maybe once they see what happens to the trees after the decorations and lights come down, they won’t be so jealous…! Nice story Angie, loved the voice of the melancholy tree. Well done.
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Interesting take on the prompt! And I agree with Iain – this tree might change its tune once it realizes who actually survives this celebration.
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Curiously poignant. Loved the last line Angie.
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Dear Tree don’t worry we will be back in the summer with our barbecues and litter to entertain you 🙂
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what a great take and I love the voice and sentiment in this piece.
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Loved the voice and the pathos of the tree. Great writing.
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