Hey grass! Ever felt jealous of the tree towering over your insignificance? Felt hopelessly despondent that you couldn’t do anything about it? You have? Perfect! Now you know how I feel. It’s very easy to get trampled on, right? Oh well, at least I can drink my sorrows away.
Hey grass, it’s me again. Did you feel delighted when the magnificent tree was chopped down to pieces? You did? Of course, you did. I do too.
Well, I’m off to offer her my condolences for her husband’s death.
I’ll have a little celebratory drink later – for the both of us.
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff – Fields, who has also provided the picture prompt this week. Do read, like, comment and share the entries for this week’s challenge from here.
Word Count: 100