This week’s photo prompt is provided by yarnspinnerr. Thank you yarnspinnerr!

Endless people came to visit me. Trudging through the woods in order to get a glimpse of what I once was.

A once proud tree had been burnt to the ground because of the suspicion that the Headless Horseman was housed within it. What remained always missed the feel of the wind rushing through its leaves as it weaved away through the canopy above it to get sunlight.

That sunlight never touched me now. I would never again feel the warmth that once gave me the strength to carry out my work.

They hadn’t killed me.

I’d return for them.

Word count: 100 words

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers