Sappy-Eyed

Ash’s limbs swayed and her leaves rattled as the wind rushed by. Squirrels ran around her trunk, tickling her as they raced to the top.

“Morning Maple, how you feeling?” Ash called across the path.

Maple only groaned and whistled in the wind.

“Maple? Are you awake?”

“You…your…” Maple creaked.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re tagged. God, you’re tagged!”

Ash felt exposed like her bark had fallen off or her roots were showing. “I’m…are you sure?” she stammered. “It’s not the light?”

“It’s bright and orange and….”

Ash looked down at the spot and felt the sap start streaming down her trunk.

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[Marie]

Another grat flash fiction piece. I don't know much about forestry, but I think I can understand a tree's emotions...