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.
Genre: Fiction
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.
Click on Mr Froggy for more stories
40again's Blog 
The old story of “you can’t fight City Hall.” Hope some sensitivity reigns in determining the pathway of your new railway–your countryside is beautiful and its preservation is worth fighting for.
LikeLike
Thank VB I couldn’t agree more.
Have a great weekend 🙂
LikeLike
A great take on the prompt. Well written dialogue and an emotive subject!
LikeLike
Thank you, so pleased you liked it. 🙂
LikeLike
You can vote with your feet…or with a chain-saw. 🙂 Nice one Dee.
LikeLike
Now there’s a thought … Good to hear from you as always, I’ll be catching up with FF reading tomorrow. Have a good weekend 🙂
LikeLike
I loved that last line! Also the poetry, perfectly reflecting the issue and so closely connected to the title as well as the photo prompt. Lovely job.
LikeLike
Thank you for your kind comments Jan, they are much appreciated. Have a lovely weekend 🙂
LikeLike
Bloody politicians!!! We have something like that happening over here, where some government minister has given the okay for coal-seam gas exploration on peoples farms – including fracking. The water tables are being polluted and all this is being allowed in prime agricultural land on what is known as “the food bowl of Australia.” And the worst part? The mines owners are Chinese or Korean. They’ve also bought up whole swathes of pastoral land and have turned it into a quarry.This is our children’s and grandchildren’s heritage!
LikeLike
Sorry Dee, I loved your story. And I love the fact that the tree belonged to a politician 😀
LikeLike
No worries Lyn, my post obviously struck a nerve. Unfortunately things like this happen all the time, in our name evidently!!
🙂
Dee
LikeLike
Politics is dirty business! Nicely handled, I had no idea where you were going until the end.
LikeLike
It certainly can be!
Thanks Perry 🙂
LikeLike
I enjoyed the dialogue and the way you had a laugh at the expense of politicians!
LikeLike
Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
LikeLike
lol, laughed at the end ^^ great dialogue, great take on the prompt. and thanks for adding the poetry, it’s really lovely. 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you kz.
Glad you liked the story and the poem 🙂
LikeLike
Dear Dee,
Once more this morning I feel compelled to reference Joni Mitchell’s “Big Yellow Taxi” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWwUJH70ubM
Love your story and feel your pain. Our city is well known for destroying history and landscape.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLike
Sometimes, I don’t like progress, and for the reason you mentioned, what is destroyed by it. I like the poem, and the thought of a leafless land. So sad.
LikeLike
Thanks for reading Patti, glad you liked the poem
Dee
LikeLike
Politicians give me hives. Great story. Loved the poem too. 🙂
LikeLike
Me too! Thanks for reading Jackie 🙂
LikeLike
Nicely done, Dee. I’m glad he got his comeuppance.
LikeLike
Thanks Russell, pleased you liked it
Dee
LikeLike
Ha… that was a sweet revenge.. 🙂
LikeLike
Sweet indeed 🙂
LikeLike