Treespirit [Flash Fiction]

The trembling aspen watched from a distance as the sharp teeth of a chainsaw cut cruelly into the weathered bark of the old sycamore. Trunk was reduced to stump; branches, to twigs. Sawdust bled onto bare ground before being borne away by the cold caress of winter zephyrs. Nearby, grey smoke puffed out from the chimney of the cabin, curling towards the heavens, and the aspen knew the time would soon come for its own spirit to dance on the east wind.

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This story by James, of Powered by Robots, inspired me to take part in this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field.

I went in the opposite direction to James, and saw something grim in the fallen tree. You can read other stories for the prompt by clicking the frog. The picture is copyrighted to Rochelle Wisoff-Field.


53 Comments on “Treespirit [Flash Fiction]

  1. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, Spaceman. I really loved your take on the prompt and will pop round to read James’s contribution in a minute.
    I particularly loved this line, which was so beautifully written and provided a sort of hope for the tree: “the aspen knew the time would soon come for its own spirit to dance on the east wind”.
    Well done!
    Best wishes,


      • I love listening to the dry Autumn leaves chatter in the wind before they fall. Perhaps, they are talking but it is us who do not understand. Given humans’ track record on so many fronts, I’d say it’s more than likely.

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  2. A time comes when all must bow to the inevitable, but maintaining a balance is crucial, the aspen may except its fate if it’s young are allowed to grow. I was pleased you gave the aspen a voice, and so made us picture the scene and think.

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      • That’s how it works! We try to read and comment on each other’s stories. Makes it more of a family. We each reciprocate as much as we can. And we all improve as a result!

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  3. What a sad situation, knowing what’s coming and with no option but to accept fate. That’s a relatable tale for a few things other than trees too. Nicely done.

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