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.
#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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