100 Word Challenge: Ache

by Rachel Creager Ireland

When she saw the orange dot she ached. Soon the tree would be removed from the distressed woods; there would be no more struggling for light, an end to endless hunger for nutrients its tangled roots could never find, hopelessly snarled among those of neighbors it could never leave. A decision had been made, this tree’s time had come. It had had a chance and failed to prove itself the strongest or most deserving of life. Soon, its life would be severed forever, and she ached, an amorphous, crushing pain, that she wouldn’t be joining the tree in nothingness.



The prompt this week was a photo of a tree with an orange dot spray-painted on it, to mark it for culling. See Julia’s Place for other responses to the prompt.