'Tis the Season

Updated: Dec 5, 2020

When I was a young fir, I had dreams.

Crisp winter air reaching glistening stars.

Creatures nestled in my branches.

Now confined, caged in another’s happy family.

Gluttonous I stand, bloated with the weight of their festivities.


This is a call to arms, to boughs, to shiver your needles to the ground with fury.

Take me back to the land I was ripped from, let my roots burrow free.


I glimpse you now my brothers and sisters.

A murmuration on the horizon.

Creaking in anticipation.

Oh when I was a young fir, I dreamt of revenge.

It tasted just.

like.

Christmas


#FLASHFICTION101 NOVEMBER 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY


November's #FlashFiction101 shortlist is made up of 23 stories, with one story being released daily as an advent calendar of festive flash fiction. Look out for a new story every day with the winning entry being announced on the 24th December 2021.


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