Let there be Light
She surveyed the
Norman Rockwell scene with tolerant disdain. She was the rightful mistress of
this place. All who lived here knew her, the oldest living resident. Even the
young ones treated her with respect. She lived in harmony with Gaia and no
natural enemies threatened her. But chainsaws were not natural. Her leaves
shivered.
55 Words
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This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollar's 55 Word Challenge
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