Another week, another post for Friday Fictioneers. Follow our leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, then join our merry band. Thanks this week for the photo go to Roger Bultot.
Word Count: 100
Where Trees Are Fallen
“Jarvis,the car! Get me away from these people.”
“They’ve just returned you as their MP, for a second time sir.”
“And what happened to my previous majority?”
“Yes that’s odd, especially as you were born here sir.”
“We don’t mention that, remember?
“Sorry sir, I thought….”
“You didn’t think, otherwise you wouldn’t have allowed that moron in to rant at me”
“But you altered the route of the new railway. The land had been in his family for years.”
“Tough. It’s called progress.”
“Surely you could have listened sir?”
“I did. Now get the bloody car!
“Sir, about the car…”
Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.”
- A.E. Housman
At the moment we have great arguments raging here about the new HS2 train which, if it goes ahead, will cut a swathe through huge chunks of the English countryside. The photo made me think of all the trees that are in danger, the ancient woodlands that will disappear.